Fourth Innings

She takes a last look at the mirror now
and tucks some stray greys into place.
‘There’s nothing much I can do,’ she thinks
about all these lines across my face.
‘Goodluck,’ he calls as she leaves the house
clutching her new leather writing case.
Looking back on her life so far
As the train moves forward, gathering pace.

She was a daughter first, before all else
A child her parents did treasure
Her hard work and all acclaim won
Dedicated solely to their pleasure
She then wed, a bride by his side
Changed dreams by choice, no pressure
For a dozen years, they travelled the world
Their adventure, his work, her leisure.

A child came then and made her Mum
That is all she had ever wanted
Her joy unbound, her world complete
Her Motherhood she flaunted.
They shone together, the three of them
in a foreign land, undaunted
The baby grew and grew too fast,
soon fled the nest she had haunted.

And hence, the Fourth Innings starts today
She gears up well to play the game
And travels to the city bright
Where a desk and chair bear her name
She’d been interviewed there, by a lady fair
In an agency of much acclaim
Her first Job, she glows with pride
And reaches towards glory, and her Fame!