A decade’s flown, and in the glass,
Your fading face now seems to pass.
I search for you, dear Mama, true—
But which version will I come to view?
Have you stayed the same through every year,
Or changed as time crept ever near?
Still striving to be the perfect guide,
Or weary, letting honest storms reside?
Does your kitchen still smell sweet with care,
Or have quick meals replaced what used to be there?
Do you read stories before dreams take hold,
Or has a gadget’s light left the tale untold?
Do you help with lessons, patient and kind,
Or has the world left too little time to find?
Is your schedule still tight, firm as can be,
Or has life brought more flexibility?
Do you guide your kids through digital seas,
Or let them wander, learning as they please?
Do quarrels still bring scoldings, or do you let them see
That life’s lessons are best learned, wild and free?
Are matching family clothes still fun to wear,
Or has age brought simplicity, lighter to bear?
Do you still deck the halls when holidays arrive,
Or does routine now help you simply survive?
Are memories still framed on the wall,
Or have pixels replaced the photo’s call?
Are you still a hero in your child’s bright eyes,
Or has someone new begun to rise?
Do you still write with your heart on display—
Blog, novel, or journal tucked away?
Have your dreams taken shape, or drifted apart,
Or have disappointments weighed on your heart?
Do you still find time to talk with your spouse,
Or do silent messages fill the house?
Is sweetness and fondness still in your bond,
Or has distance grown as the years go on?
Does laughter still echo in every room,
Or has silence quietly taken up the gloom?
Are your children still close, beneath your care,
Or have they flown off, chasing dreams elsewhere?
Are you still a pillar in your family’s prayer,
Or has exhaustion silenced your spiritual air?
Do you still serve in faith, with hands that give,
Or do you focus on yourself, the way you now live?
Is your life still healthy, calm and bright,
Or has illness dimmed your joy and light?
Are you still wishing for that ideal weight,
Or does that question no longer relate?
Oh Mama, so many questions, so much to find—
Will answers appear as years unwind?
Or are these mysteries meant to stay,
Known only when you reach that day!
Kreator : Vidya D’CharV
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