The onus of your pain is on me
I know that
Because I could see it coming
And the only hand-holding I did
Was to give in
To allow you to carry the burden of that familiar ache
To watch in silence while you made the same mistakes
Tornado warnings don’t prevent
Twisting rings of grey
From falling on earth
Ripping off trees
Ravaging in their rage
Nerve and faith
Will you let me love you
As we figure out
Standing upright again?
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Superb.
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Thank you💐💐
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So profoundly true! An emotion universally felt and so beautifully embroidered in soulful words!
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It’s heartening to know that so many share the emotion. Thank you.
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I am glad the emotion resonates. Thank you.
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Whoa!! what a tornado of a poem this one is–such strength and such force and yet you manage to calm it all down with your offer of love.
I may be unable to recall all of your poems at this point so when I say this is one of your best I’ve seen, please accept the compliment as a reflection of my memory rather than your talent.
Your children are blessed to have you as their friend and guide.
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Thank you Arti for your kind words. Do we have a choice but to offer love. It is the only feasible solution.
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There’s a familiar parental helplessness that slowly grows into unity and strength. Beautiful.
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Beautiful words, Sonia. I love what you write. Went back and read it over again. Looking forward to catching up.
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Thank you Ritu💐💐
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It’s so expressive and poignant. Beautiful composition.
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Thank you Tarang💐💐
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Loving is so hard, and letting go is even harder! Beautiful poem Sonia, touched me a few places!!!
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Thank you Neera ji💐💐
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Loving so hard and letting go is harder ! Beautiful poem, touched me at a few levels!!
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So poignant. So beautiful. Just a few words, but you’ve conveyed volumes. I’m reading the lines over and over again Sonia!
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Thank you so much Radhika.
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This poem reminds me of some rough mothering times with my daughter.
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I hope she let you love love her and you two were able to stand upright again Liz!
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In time, yes, and we are now standing upright and strong again!
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Some experiences are universal, Liz. 💕
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This is true. 🙂
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