She sat
on a bench in a park,
Squeals
of delight felt like the sweetest music to her tired soul.
The
ruckus she saw, was the cutest sight to her sore eyes.
One moment she was enjoying and smiling,
But the next moment she felt a dull ache in her heart…
With a heavy heart, she gets up,
She pushes the wheelchair ahead,
Which seated her little princess,
Oblivious to both,
The ruckus of the kids
And also to the mayhem in her Mom’s heart.
