I get up,
Send my son to school.

There’s no hurry now,
No office to go to.

Bath can wait,
There are clothes to be washed,
Breakfast to be eaten.

The treadmill awaits me,
Yoga and planks are in the offing.

The plants need water,
The fish need feeding.

The online course is ‘coursing’,
As my articulate son would say,
Bearing testimony to the gains of occupational therapy.

But all of this is just a filler,
To suffuse the void,
Of a job lost,
With zero warning.

Sunitha Mary Mookken is a technical writer and mother of two boys. She has always enjoyed writing but it took a back-seat with marriage, work and kids. Now that she is in between jobs, she has turned once more to the things that comfort her, among which is writing for the sheer joy of it. Storyhouse has published Sunitha here:
https://www.storyhouse.org/sunitham.html