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 Bearing unconditionally. 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. *** Acrostic Poem 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. ***
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