Original Poetry — ‘Why Mother?’ by Pooja Garg Singh

Why Mother?

I believed each time you said
Grace is a state of mind and Elegance is
How you fold your newspaper, not your skirt

Hair is something you forget after morning while
Morning is something you never forget
Like deeds, kindness and words

White is the color of soul, you said
And orange of spirit — I wore them joyously
Shunning reds, greens, blues

Why is it then, sometimes, Mother
I want to fold my skirt, wear blues
Scatter my newspaper, forget words

Which follow me –

Pooja Garg Singh is a Denver-based ex-business journalist interested in feminist issues. She runs a content company, Wordtree, and writes poetry. She is in the midst of planning a women’s magazine and can be reached at poojagsingh@gmail.com.