Love makes Labour Rest

All through the day and night I found her toiling

Along with the wake-up call,

I heard her sweetly humming a song invoking God’s blessings

Then I saw her cleaning up the courtyard

Gently arranging the rooms in order

And well decorating the Altar.

Then she moved like a flying disc to the kitchen door

Opened the treasures of the kingdom one by one

Pots and pans….milk and rice….vegetables and pulses

Gas cylinder on, fridge open, taps on….

Spoons and knives in hand

Sprinkled masalas, boiled water, and cooker whistled away.

Husband and children heard the wake-up call

And sat up to sip the bed coffee

No one bothered to ask, “Darling, Ma, have you sipped a sip?”

For they knew that she is she who has ability and utility.

One by one got ready – brushing, bathing, dressing

All the items were provided in a serial order

To the Sweet Heart, Chubby cheeks, Dimple chin, and Rosy lips

And all got ready and sat up at the table for breakfast

Zoom came mother of the universe

With hot parathas, coffee and a sweet dish.


Sr. Mariella CTC

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