Clocking through

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I avoid the room where time has frozen, but
need to clean cobwebs and refresh outdated concepts
My mother lay on this bed, aah-ing and ooh-ing with pain
I don’t like thinking that I may inherit osteoporosis
and the intense body aches. I find a prescription for calcium in the drawer creaking with age.

The loud music emanating from the next room
and heads with weird hair-dos bent over screens
sent shivers through my spine. Uncertainty hits me in the gut
I’m not sure if the money I saved will serve their needs
and if they will inherit wealth other than books and ideas they don’t care about.
The future is yet to shape up, and it gives both hope and nightmares.

I stumble on toys strewn on the floor, before I step into the balcony
Bow-wows wrap furry comforting arms around me
iron out worry lines with wet kisses
and assure me that life is good
with love and happiness
-the urgency of their hunger
draws me away from everything
as I fill bowls with gratitude
and acceptance

Will companions for life facilitate the final transition?
Will I or won’t I want to come back here?

Poetics Tuesday – Where do we go from here?

22 thoughts on “Clocking through”

  3. A novel take on the walk through prompt Reena, I resonate with the worry about inherited conditions, cleaning cobwebs but am thankful that the days of worrying about treading on toys are past…

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    1. I wonder if the saints can claim to have led perfect lives. There are limitations in every life.

      My dog barks at stray cats/dogs on the street, and they run away. Then I picture them thinking “You are on a leash. I still have the freedom to run.”

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