Thorn in my side
Wound in my flesh
Testing me
I wrapped myself
In cocoon of love
And breathed
I am stronger
I am growing
I’m alive
Tag growing
Going Grey
You don’t have to worry about going grey, Mom
We are all going to go grey
I’m going to go grey
My brother is going to go grey
Dad is going to go grey
Your mother would have gone grey too
It is nothing to be scared of
And besides
You look pretty with your grey
❤
Growing
Yesterday I wrote about all the qualities I would like my daughter to have. Confidence, leadership, self-esteem etc. And ended my post by concluding that she is everything I am not. I have updated the conclusion to add that I can grow to have those qualities too. If we are alive we are either growing or dying. I am not dead or dying. I can still grow to have those qualities I feel I lack. Truth is, I am stronger than I believe. I had the courage to move my family to a safer country. To leave everything I knew behind. My life, my home, my work, my family, and start a life in a new world. I have had the courage to say no to my children, and discipline them when required. I have the courage to be honest with myself, and I have the courage to grow.
All Grown Up
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”
When I was the age of twenty two
I packed my bags and bid farewell
Kissed my father on the cheek
And thanked him for all he had done for me
I moved out of house
I moved out of home
To a tiny apartment
With a colleague to share
On my very first shop
I bought some milk, coffee and tea
And felt as grown up
As one could be
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