My children……………

Leave me alone with all the utensils
I will tell them to take care of themselves
To be always neat and clean
To wash themselves on their own
And serve me like the female serves the man

I clean them like my children
Cleaning them with all my love and detergent
Taking care not to hurt them

They are like the obedient children-
Providing me with all the options
Yearning for my attention always

but how do I explain it to them-
my immobile kids
not to trouble their mother like this
not to get dirty every time I use them

are they not happy being together
all of them all the time?
With their own spaces
When people don’t have places to live in?

Or is it their revenge on me
To punish me every time I use them?

Do not all parents use their kids
And not clean them every time?
And have numerous expectations
Without being with their children when
They need them the most?

Oh my babies,
Don’t trouble me like this
It hurts me too much.

2005