Breadwinner’s footprint

"Congratulations" they cried out.

It was an astonishing melody to listen

The power dwells confidently and flickers

"She did it. Yes, she did."

A soft wind blew the tarpaulin

hanged on a moistened rusty gate

Footsteps approach loud and joyful

The door opened then closed,

Its screeching commotion continues

Again, opened and then closed.

Laughter and handshakes,

Tapping of shoulders

There is so much compassion

My eyes looked around

I found his footprint and a medal

Golden glitter surrounds its circle

My palm reaches for it

As it hung on our wall, my neck desires

even the beat of my heart whisper

"I want to be like her" I mumbled

My feet wandered 'til it arrived in my room

Quite felt chaotic with crumpled paper

Inkless pen, dusty books, folded mini table

Hence, I turned the room inside out

All of a sudden, it became peaceful

Prim and proper I sat,

Flipped a page of the book she loved

I almost felt a quake under my chair

My head is spinning unhurriedly

Even my pen couldn't comprehend

What and where to write down

It has forgotten what the alphabet is,

or how to put numbers together

Wasn't it easy?