our children

growing up

they

never leave our side

and

we have no time

for ourselves

until

one day

they go away

to make their own lives

and we

have all the unwanted time

in the world

strife

food to eat

some quality sleep

a family to love

nothing more deep

pure laughter

and simple needs

make up my life

i have no greed

yet i lie in bed

with no sleep

my parents are long gone

i want to weep

but then i pick up the pieces

of my broken life

and muster the courage

to continue this strife

selfless love…haiku

in memory of my parents…..

……………………

the selfless love 

 i deeply crave for now

has long gone

My Dad…My Gut

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/gut-feeling/

When’s the last time you followed your instinct despite not being sure it was the right thing to do? Did it end up being the right call?

 

My gut was my dad

He knew what was good for me

From my studies to my marriage

My future he could see

 

It sure worked out well

I have been happy so far

It paid to follow dad’s advice

My life is not bizarre

 

Gut feeling is experience

I feel that way

Our intuitions grow with time

So our children are not led astray

 

I do follow my gut

Now that dad is no longer there

Because he taught me a lot

That’s what with my kids I share.

 

 

 

Married Young.

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”

Not for Thee

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received that you wouldn’t give to anyone else? Why don’t you think it would apply to others?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/not-for-thee/

A sweet girl twenty

So innocent and naive

Oblivious to the world

But she knew how to behave

 

Was shown a guy by her parents

They wanted to marry her off

Not once she objected

She knew she was tough

And  today she is happy

That she listened to her parent’s advice

For the man was her knight in shining armour

And she was his beloved wife

 

Not many want to marry young

But my life has been lovely

That advice sure worked for me

But maybe it’s not for thee

Happy And Sad.

An Extreme Tale

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/an-extreme-tale/

The best of times and the worst of times co-exist in my life. Losing my parents when I was very young, made me a sort of a loner. The one time, when I was happy as I was sad was when my son was born. I was happy to have him, but at the same time I missed my dad. How I wished I could see my father holding my son.

As I am the youngest of three daughters, I was the favorite child. How happy would dad have been to see my family complete.

I know in the years to come , there shall be a lot of occasions when I will be happy, but always the absence of my parents will haunt me.

Miss you mom and dad.