The struggle

being a mum to fiercely independent son, who never listens and is the joy of my life

I move it, bend it, straighten it, twist it round.....


no use


this thing is so inflexible


I take a deep breath,


again we go......


 


More strength, greater effort


tenaciously I hold on and give this all I have...


No use...


It keeps its shape.


Tired....


My power is not stronger than its will...


I take a deep breath


 


As the suns rays land on my weary face,


I see a clearing...


and there it is....


so much busyness, so much worrying,


My beautiful boy has taught me this..


He dances only to his song as he warms the world around him....


The struggle

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