I boil the jam
Like you
Used to
In-between
Hanging washing
Stripping
Wooden floors of dust
Warming leftover curry
Today busy
From early morning until
Long after dusk
I nag and complain
Like you
Used to
In-between the spoiling
Baking all the favourite treats
Sometimes feeling
Only fit to claim defeat
Every summer now seems shorter
Every day I need to be smarter
Perhaps I am too much
Your daughter
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe,
thinking about my mother when I am cooking jam and cleaning the house,
2012-07-26.
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