The day ends in a few tick-tocks
Proletariat’s period of relief
Couple of days off the routines
She must have had the smile on her face
This I know ‘cuz I had it too
Beaming, packing… beaming again
Whistling all songs and no song
The weekend is here!
Keep calm little mini-me, Jane
Momma is coming home
We can have our girl-time soon
Hold on hubby
A weather to ― ahem…
Hold the thought till I’m home, try!
The weekend is here Màámi
Your jokes and drama I really miss
We’ll chat and laugh like old times
Life and the many roles we play
But Momma never came
Wife lost the warmth
Daughter never showed up
All along was the hood-man
Lurking with a scythe and a cold mien
Trailing the wheels till the very end
A clash, a fall and a thud
A smashing sound and the gory scene
Altered feature of a once beautiful face
Abrupt end to plans and aspirations
Dreams and whims doomed to fizzle
A painful and rushed exit
I hope she finds home
I wish she had what it takes
To rest and have peace
Dedicated to a faceless woman who lost her life in a motorcycle accident.
photo credit: google images
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