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