Stomping of his feet
Made me aware
Of his erratic moods
Sweeping his mind.
I was no angel,
No tarot card reader
No astrologer
To read his mind.
I, was his mother
Who very well
Understood
The mood-swings of her child
And
The footsteps that followed
Warned me
What was in queue?
And
I was ready with my tools
To handle
My growing kids…
© Ila Varma 27-03-2016
Post written for Daily Post Prompt Footsteps.
