We often fail to remember,
but it’s a short journey —
a limited stay on this earth.
We must allow ourselves
joys, despite the struggles.
Things fall apart,
plans don’t go as we thought,
still, we need to be happy.
Despite my strong academics,
I don’t hold a plum job.
Nobody came to support me
as I went through,
two complicated pregnancies.
Childcare was alone too.
My father passed away
before holding my kids,
in his loving lap.
The duty of raising kids,
to adulthood, on my shoulders.
But I am not going to,
cancel on happiness
I will glean as much, as I can.
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Seema Patel
Hi, I am Seema. I have been writing on the internet for 15 years. I have contributed to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, and Amazon KDP.
I write about nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, and psychology.
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Comments (4)
Such a captivating poem that you have written about honors strength through struggle.
Beautiful ♦️♦️♦️♦️
Yes, we always gotta make ourselves happy with what we have. Loved your poem!
Is that real story of you, if Yes then your so bravo dear, keep it up ,we all support you lot