it's not unheard of...

Irritated I was, I can’t even recall why,

You looked on silently and I wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“Was it the bank, the weather or food?” came your question to me,

“Stay here today I shall serve the lunch, you just wait and see!”

I shrieked a big NO!  I’ll manage I did yell,

She just won’t let me in peace, she wouldn’t let me tell.

She gets on my nerves I mutely thought,

Not bothering about all she had taught.

“Just sit quietly there!” those words I did blow,

And once in the kitchen I felt that my anger was a show.

Finally done with the serving as I sat down with my plate,

With a look that was trying to imply that my work had been great!

The dal had no salt, and no one had complained!

I was so irritated I made my ugliest face,

Wait I’ll get it for you, she clutched her walking stick and motioned.

“NO!” I screamed this time; I could no longer take it.

“Fine”, she said getting up, and lugged to the sink,

“Why did you go?” I asked, “To get myself a drink!”

“Okay”, I said and sat there with the tasteless food;

I turned around and saw her standing there glued.

In her hand was a spoon of salt,

I felt ashamed, hugely at fault.

So many times she has tried, to do all that’s in her might,

She only has us, that is her only plight.

From now on I try, to sit beside her,

I don’t want these days to fly in a blur,

I realize why she does it all,

I will obey now on, that is my call.