Naushena is a poet, an early years teacher and a mother of three. Writing is her passion through which she expresses her feelings and emotions. She has been published in Scarlet Leaf before besides Mothers Always Write, EXPOUND, Boston Literary Magazine and Mamalode's print journal.
The Old Child
From a feeble suckling
With a body resembling a rag doll
To a toddler having strength to walk and run
With another set of your footprints
Along mine to protect me,
Hold me from falling
I entered adolescence and you
Put up with not only my bodily weight
But the weight of my tantrums,
Frustrations and pressures
I poured upon you
And you listened like a statue
Then I took my first flight and settled else where
Oblivious of you and dad
Fully immersed in life of my own,
Raising my children.
Now as they have taken their flights
And I, at the threshold of the last one,
Sit alone on my chair
And long to behold you, o mother!
As you did when I was your baby
For this solitary old age is a prison
And you, my freedom
Take me in your loving arms
Singing sweet lullaby
So I can take my last flight
And be with you forever.
Regret not, don’t feel low
Even if you feel thwarted,
Jammed or hampered. Find your way to the
Exit that will lead you to another path. Take this
Challenge and prove your worth.
Tactfully use your obstacles as an
Incentive to strive for more.
One day, you will rise above and
No one can reject you then.