My Children Are Grown Up Poem by manaswini dash

On a fine morning I found,
I've plenty of time.
I go on relaxing and relaxing,
which I never did any time.
No hurry for my children's breakfast,
Neither worried for their lunch box,
Not getting angry to arrange their disorderly things,
Even to keep in place their shoes and socks.
No more waiting for them,
For their homecoming from school,
No more checking their notes and books
No more making them refresh and cool.
Not preparing their favourite dishes,
Not encouraging to make real their wishes,
Day by day I became overpowered by laziness,
I don't know how to keep myself afresh.
The walls of my room are not becoming dirty,
With drawings of different shapes and sizes,
Making the walls look nasty.
Every small things of my house are,
Now in place and order.
My friends have praised me
For such a nice decor.
I don't know the moment when
the time marched forward,
Making my children grown up,
Leaving me alone like a lonely bird.