One of Many Regrets

Regrets? Ah yes!
Not one, not a few
Enough to keep me thinking
Enough to keep me writing
Enough to last a lifetime

I wish I had
I wish I hadn’t
If only I knew
What was I thinking!
If only! 

Taught my sons Urdu
dropped the ball
not a sport
a dance, or a song
my mother-tongue 

We are going back home
in a year or two
They will learn Urdu
When in Pakistan
English for now

Two years then four
eight, ten and more
They will learn Urdu
when we return
Twelve, fourteen, twenty

Send them to Pakistan
Summer break
Go in English
Return in Urdu
Maybe even Punjabi 

Outsourced to my parents
Mom and Dad, be their teacher
They won’t understand us
We want to be heard
Maybe next year

Year one, year two
A bit here
A bit there
Enough to get by
Or maybe not

Sorry my sons
Let mom make it up
Daily lessons with Laila
Grandma’s delight
Saqib, listen your daughter, accent perfect.




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