I wrote this poem long after my beloved mother passed away… Even as kids, my siblings and I saw her and knew her as the epitome of self-sacrifice. All she got in return after our wonderful dad died were problems and health issues: chronic, painful, debilitating arthritis being one of them. We, her children did what we could to make life easier for her but our mother was always too worried about 'society'. If there is one lesson we all learned from her example it was not to lose ourselves to the extent she (and even her younger sister) had done in their ‘addiction’ to put others before themselves. We know she understands and blesses us from wherever she is. Duty-bound by Shernaz Wadia duty-bound to a fault parents and siblings, husband and in-laws, children and friends ~ their priorities a desert storm that tossed and twirled whirled and swirled entombed self-love duty’s dunes above she plunged headlong and duty, like maggots in...
Women's Spiritual Poetry