The Balancing Act

Sitting on a rocking chair, staring away on to the faraway horizon, wilting away from this life... Every day, buckling a very thin belt of patience over and over my self, still failing, fumbling and losing it eventually. Trying out the outfit of a perfect mother, every day, each day and by the time night falls stumbling on it's tattered seams, a dozen times, falling miserably bruising and hurting standing up again and again..  till the end... Sitting on a rocking chair looking at the empty nest I might cry my heart out counting each of the missed opportunity each hug, each kiss each word that went unnoticed, unheard Having all the time in the world But no children to hold I might then melt away from this life just like that carrying the burden of guilt on my soul the burden unfazed, unmoved stubbornly smothering me till my last breath till the end....

 My eyes will always look for you It will well up at every thought of you I will be around but may be you will not see me  hugs which I never gave you when I should have I will be carrying those around with warmth Do remember me , but don't pine for me because I don't deserve to be I was never there to listen , to love I was running behind nothing yes those fees were paid, the dishes prepared but what about love, hugs and those untold stories My eyes will well up, wander and then wither away you be strong, be the pillars of strength be there, exchange those love , those hugs remember me, but do not pine for me because I don't deserve to be Imagine that I am at that place, where I always was and yet did not matter to any one just running.. morning to evening and then  one day ran into oblivion.... Don't pine for me because I don't deserve to be....