****the Right Age! - Poem by Usha Pisharody
When I tried those stilettos,
His deeply disapproving look
Simply served to fuel my determination:
I bought them.
The other day, I coloured my hair;
And he caught me in the process.
His exasperated, quizzical sigh
Ensured it had to be added to my routine!
And, if ever, I take the wheel,
(When he magnanimously
Grants me the opportunity)
Gosh! It’s all I can do
(As I listen to him droning on
About my nonexistent -to him-
To not ram into the nearest tree-
Deliberately, I might add!
Still, I must admit:
He’s the one to soothe my frayed nerves;
And never complain, at the black coffee
He gets, when I forget the milk is over;
He’s the one, who’s seen me through
Dark and desperate storms of tears
When our dog took a walk, at midnight,
Without my permission!
He’s the patient tutor, for all those Football Matches
EPL or Champion’s League or La Liga…
And the endless laps of the Grand Prix;
I drive him crazy, as Hamilton drives to victory!
He’s the one who’s held me up
When my back gave way;
And made me laugh,
When it threatened to Rain, deep in my Heart!
And finally, no matter how misbehaved I am,
His final salvo, as he shouts:
“Grow up, MA! ! ”
Assures me, as nothing else does:
I am the Right Age! ! !
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