There were days when
I didn’t know what to do,
Or what was happening to my life.
Days were counted, one by one.
Days seemed to stretch to months,
And nights seemed to stretch to years.
Time seemed to move its hands
Like a snail in a race course.
Alone and depressed, I longed a loving arm.
Your arm and none else.
There were times when I wished
Not to wake, but to sleep eternally.
Wished peace would find its way
To end the turmoil in my days and nights.
Yet I dragged on, as I knew
I’d have to finish my race
For I have little faces looking up to me.
With the same longing
To be loved, to be cared for,
And needing a loving arm
To soothe them, and a hand to guide them,
And understand their emotional needs,
And fulfil their odd demands and above all,
To consider them my first priority.
So I keep aside my needs, my woes,
And I live for them, my little ones, and for you
For no matter what you do to me, I love you.