by Jemma Chawla
Steamrolled daily by your emerging talents
Since birth, it’s been my job to coach you
One day you’ll play lead
Your very own life production
Unconsciously in rehearsal
No need to audition
Acts played out in front of me
Motherhood matinee
Casting your own cast
You’re growing up too fast
Momentarily slide into my private box
You’re in crisp sharp focus
Spot light is soft
The auditorium snaps me back with roars of ferocious approval
I also applaud you, always
Can I extend the intermission and be delighted by your immaturity a little longer?
I know this confirms your growth
Dependency being swapped for
independent stage direction
Could the stage momentarily
please
stand
still
I’ll be lovingly waiting for what’s to come in your encore