Sibling bond is special and unique,
With shared history of pleasure and pique,
Though relations change with time,
Fond remembrances remain of when it was prime.
So many memories of pranks and play,
I recall today, on your birthday,
Hiding grades from parents is just one,
Shared secrets of mischiefs are in ton.
Many incidents bring a chuckle to my face,
Those lazy summer days to brace,
When time moved at a slow pace,
Disagreements were rampant on people and place,
You were both my foe and friend,
Despite arguments that happened to no end,
Our common defense against parents,
Was like gutsy soldiers standing up against mighty tyrants.
There were no phones to give us company,
Our tech free childhood is our shared journey,
With board games, talks and an occasional outing,
We kept busy with outdoor play without parental scouting.
As we grow and have new relations in our fold,
Hope new bring you as much joy as old!
My various and precious roles in life,
mother, daughter, sister, friend and wife.
Sometimes I grapple, how to juggle?
Some days seem a steep struggle.
All my roles are dear and I wish to tend,
But time and energy are finite in the end,
some I see seamlessly roles blend.
I wrestle to navigate this curvaceous bend.
Which role should I prioritize?
How should I categorize?
Not let one act monopolize.
Balance, play and strategize.
From none do I want to flee.
Each role is nourishing and dear to me.
Some days I can manage, like a busy bee,
On others, in my sweet solitude I find absolute glee.
Some roles pull me in opposite way(s),
Balancing priorities is not an easy play.
Is there a price to pay?
Relations need time, attention and energy to sway.