Daughter’s Dilemma

Teen daughter recently said, your writing is sanguine but serious,
She suggested, I write something simple and spontaneous,
Not didactic, yet delicious,
Preferably funny and humorous.

I promised to try.
But mostly to get by.
She has given me a task tough,
As if my writing is not enough.

Our children are our biggest critic,
Some say, they, us mimic.
I think they develop their uniqueness,
In some traits we might see likeness,

In others, clear individualistic starkness,
But surely, unabashed perkiness.
Our dear children that we have had the privilege to rear,
Soon become harbingers of new ideas from far and near.

Not on everything do we see eye to eye,
But fresh perspectives open new doors by and by.


Various and precious roles in life.
Mother, daughter, sister, friend and wife.
Sometimes I grapple, how to juggle?
Some days seem a struggle.

All roles are dear and I wish to tend,
But time and energy are finite in the end,
Some I see seamlessly roles blend.
No easy way for me to navigate this curvaceous bend.

Which amongst my various roles should I prioritize?
How should I categorize?
Not let one act monopolize.
It’s a balancing game to play and strategize.

From none do I want to flee.
Each role is nourishing and dear to me.
Some days I can efficiently manage, like a busy bee,

On others, in my own sweet solitude I find absolute glee.
Some roles pull me in opposite way(s),
Balancing priorities is not an easy play.
What price am I ready to pay?
All relations need time, attention and energy to sway.