The Pair of Socks!

The pair of socks under the chair

Speaks stories of her fatigue !

She runs through the day

In a spirited uncoaxed sway

Picking the ropes of her chores…

The business has them in scores

She wafts through the goods

And speaks to the staff

Pleasing the clients a plenty

Even though the heals get jaunty 

And throat sets dried for a sip

Forgetting her meals, fixing deals

She is exhausted by end of day 

And yet! She reaches home to please 

She cooks and fixes their meals

In a rush her fingers spread the sauce

As she grips the breads and cheese 

And they relish it! Relish it all! 

She comes to the table last 

The darling of….? She wonders who? 

No one says it to her.. those ‘I love yous’ .

And as she plonks on the dining chair

Her knees cracking from the weight….

The weight not of mass… but of the day 

The day that was…..tiring and bearing 

She moves the socks, as she nibbles …

the tiny morsels to satiate her tummy

Her feet need a breathing of fresh air…

To discard the sweat and despair

The pair of her socks under the chair

Speak of stories of her enveloped care

Care that she gives to all those around her 

And she’s at home! She’s without a care! 

In her comfort zone! Somewhat love prone! 

This is the place where she has grown 

Sikiladi