Leave aside profundities There is sense for you In pots and pans alone; Are meant for you The little patch of blue above, Your universe - Your man, your brats - Your kith and kin Don't reach for pen, just the ladle Don't look for friends but the cradle; Twenty four hours a day in their footfalls Lies your best reward. At nightfall - Veil your dreams And foster theirs; When dawn rises they'll find their wings. And you You must not flounder. Be brave. Revive. Resurrect. TRY.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem during my post natal, new-mother days,
when my career in advertising and journalism was put on hold
due to babycare and home management. No regrets then,
but a sense of being cut off from the world
as it passed you by.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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