I am a tired mother —
too much on my platter.
Childcare to writing,
housework to earning.
I try to find peace
in art and nature.
But juggling can be rough,
and I often lose my temper.
torrent of yellings ensue,
makes me hate myself.
I asked my kid daughter,
“Am I a bad person?”
She replied, without pause,
“No chance — just overwhelmed.”
Such kind words —
like a soothing balm,
for my stressed soul,
not an iota of foul.
It restored my self-love,
and raised respect for her,
empathy is very precious.
With it, let's be generous.
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Seema Patel
I am Seema. I contribute to PubMed, Blogger, Medium, LinkedIn, Substack, Amazon KDP, Vocal Media.
I write on nature, health, parenting, creativity, gardening, social issues.
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Not only is empathy magical, also your poem magical. Good luck.