The Balancing Act

It gets pretty tough sometimes, the balancing act I mean, surging through the daily grind, life loses its sheen by default I am the one to find the rainbow just forgetting the constant aches that perches on the brow ignoring the pains gnawing at the joints getting the nerves all knotted up, worrying up on so many points How I wish I could bring myself to hug you tight and not shout when both of you indulge in harmless fight when you come running to me in the evenings with happiness I am fighting a war with my tired body and am so full of snappiness When you excitedly show me the stars in your book my mind is already occupied  as to what shall I cook Everyday I tell myself, on weekend I am going to just cuddle, love and pamper both of you But the constant irritants pulls me back and I see the sadness in you the apprehensions, how is mamma today?? my heart cries  and my pillows are wet at night , I am drowning in a teary , guilt ridden puddle It gets pretty...