Could Be A Cruel Mother

My husband’s mother loved, Cared and nursed my son, More than she did her son, Pouring her sweats and time. Someone caring my son Must be a source of pride To me beside a relief. Yet I felt most perturbed. The child grew under her care; The child found a good time To be found near her With its back towards me. The lady must exit. She did as I planned. The child fell sick and felt Bad about her absence. I’ve been much relieved. The child has much grieved. I became much spirited And the child, dispirited. The welfare of the child Was not my concern, ho! My sole concern was that It was under my spell. Aren’t I a cruel mother? 21.09.2008