My life was like any other life
And so was my wife
So you know now
That I am going to talk about my married life.
Ha! Fooled you. No dear,
It’s neither about my life
Nor about my married life,
But about a day when I saw a change in my wife
Go, have fun! She said,
I know that’s unbelievable for you!
She also added, “Take her for dinner,
Coz I have booked a table for two”
Flabbergasted, yet pleased
I got ready for my date,
She asked me to hurry up,
Today, I shouldn’t be late.
Dressed in the finest of suits from my wardrobe,
I drove to pick my date at the other end of the town
I had called her and asked to wait for me
In my favourite crimson shaded gown
She had abided, she always had,
Even when she was brisk and lively.
Years later, she had still cared
Even though she couldn’t take a single step surely.
How lovely! I complimented
And mind you, I meant every word.
But I must say, she looked prettier
Than the words I had mustered
I took her by her arm,
For she was my lady
My first lady, literally.
I had plans to fine dine with her
Thought she would like it that ways,
But she wanted the evening
To be like those good old days
Those days, when she had to hold me
With her love and a cooked-up story
Lest I would run away,
Leaving the unfinished bread and curry
If a 5 year old me insisted
to sit on her cushiony lap
Like an infant, like a baby
She would put me to nap
Relishing those days of yore
We had so much fun with each other
What a date it was, what a time it was
When for the last time I was with my mother.