Part and Parcel of My Life Story

I'm all alone again
To face the music
And be in the play
On this stage called life.

The truth has been leaked out.
The evidence is clearly seen.
Earghh, I hear my silent scream
But it makes no sense at all.

So here I listen
And there she speaks.
Forgive me, I said.
And the next scene zooms in.

On and on we go
Dancing and acting out our roles.

Her script is long,
And she memorised every line.
In my part, I'm so lost at words.
I know I've stumbled on my lines.

She caught me in action.
"You've done a bad job", says her.
She doesn't fire me.
Being boss isn't just the answer.

She knows we need each other.
I know I need her,
Because I'm her daughter
And she's my mother
And we're attached as family.

So on and on we go
Dancing and acting out our roles.

This bond can never break.
This play has to go on.
The script will write by itself
And more roles might come in the picture later.

But no matter what,
We can't fire each other.
Boss no boss,
It isn't us who direct.
There's a power more superior than us.

And mainly,
It's because we're family
And because I love her
And I'm sure she loves me too.

This dance will keep following it's beat.
This play isn't an act.

This is some sort of a gift.
It's all in the package.
Bite your nails if you must,
But it's all a reality.

"Part and Parcel of Ain's Life Story".
That's the title of this play.
Sounds familiar to yours?
Perhaps your life story
Is similar to mine.

Signing off.