I am the unlucky

I had been given less time
I don't know how my son does things
I don't know how my husband thinks

I am with my family for days
I am the most unlucky
Seeing surprises daily in the form of poems as pills

Daily I come to know new things new thoughts

I am one of the few mothers who didn't raised her kid
I couldn't breast fed him
I couldn't sent him to school neither I made him finish his homework

I never kissed him I don't know what it feels to hug my husband
How will I understand that they are doing good
They are not misled with cunning world outside.

Will they be strong and fight with bad
Or they just suffer in their hands.

I hardly knew his taste of food and atleast i know that of my son.

I wish I am the only mother i could be in this world who doesn't know what it is life to spend with my son and husband.

Jessy Jacob ❤️