When people ask me my age
I say it’s just forty one,
Why just forty one?
cause age is just a number,
and I still am a stubborn child on the inside.
Few years back, I started a new journey
Left my roots to settle down at a new place
and was blessed with motherhood.
Me and my munchkin were both kids
my husband raised us together
The young lady was nine and I became a woman.
And then again, a miracle happened
an angel again entered our lives,
Although I was a grown up woman
it was again the time to recite
The poems , alphabets and numbers,
addition, subtraction and new words.
Reading a new story for her every night.
Studied thrice, enjoyed each and every moment of their childhood
and forgot my own age meanwhile.
Now they are my master and I am again a child,
instructions and motivations Allowing to find a new me inside.