Sand in my shoes

At 16, the thought of leaving home was all that consumed me,

Oh, to be free and fly off the nest,

Earn a few bucks, live in a boho home

Wander around and watch the sunsets 

With home just being an address book entry,

I walk around with sand in my shoes

Lo and behold, two decades have flown past

It feels an eternity and yet a minute sometimes

The nest is built but oh the wings are now pinned

The bucks have been earned but the heart still yearns

Of long lost dreams and far away lands

Of lazy sunset watching and soulful conversations 

But now the shoes lie untouched

And  sands brushed away

Musings of a twin mom

 There is double the joy....

And then there is twice the trouble

Two to hold and two to soothe

Two of them to snuggle and two's struggle

As I lay awake night after night, I wonder why do they say a super-power is bestowed on me?

Just when the eyes start drooping, a tiny coo demands attention

And just when the arms stop swaying, a loud wailing jerks me into full throttle swinging!

Oh dear Lord, what did I sign up on?

They say that with each year, the troubles become lesser

Yes I say they do!

From wailing, its now shouting

From crying, its now argumentative

From snuggling, its side hugs 

From endless chatter, its become "in a bit"

Somedays mommy role is reduced to being an umpire and referee 

And other days its woman-friday cum personal minion

For a fleeting second, I ask myself - how would it be if there was only one?

Nah! I'd rather have my arms, laundry, sink and more importantly my heart fuller!