Her hair is a mess, dressed in her pijamas still,
A mop in her hand cleaning the spilled milk cup, which lies on the kitchen floor
trying to to have time not to burn the eggs on the stove
running from room to room to get them dressed, wondering whether she was living a dream!
four little children making the biggest mess
school bus is almost there, and nothing as always is ready yet
No time to think about her sours , to time for herself!
She breathes in deep trying to control her rebellious nerves
she breathes out with a prayer: God give me the strength!
a few minutes later and they are on their way to school
the house suddenly empty! and the sound of silence gives her the chills
My mother drinks her cup of coffee and stares deep inside her soul
her identity is not clear to her anymore,
she only knows she’s a mother of four,
she thinks as she rests her aching feet,
she even forgets to answer to her name when she’s called
She’s used to being called: mom, and nothing more!
STOP!!!! 5 minutes already gone!!
I found out that my fellow blogger Colline has written a post for a weekly challenge, hosted by another fellow blogger, I like her post and the idea so much that I decided to participate!!!
(This post is written for the Five Minute Friday Challenge hosted by The Gypsy Mama. The main idea is for Participants to write for 5 minutes with no editing, no over thinking, and no looking back. This week’s Challenge is about: Identity)