Stumbling Upon Life

To,
That Exhausted Parent,

Not all mornings will be bright and night will be one hell of a fight,
Numerous yellings and infinite shrills,
Nothing works, Nothing soothes.
Only increasing the take out bills.
They are upset, you are angry,
mess, stress, chase are the only synonyms in your house that make sense.

Those painful vaccines, Those life threatening hospital situations,
Those parent teacher meetings, Those far off Relative’s tauntings,
Those constant blessings, Those never ending dreams,
Those extra curricular classes and Those archetypal judging masses.

Kids are blessing they say keeping the dirty secret at bay,
Of these monstrous munchkins, these little devils,
Feeding their tummies with our sweat and blood,
Dating now feels so medieval.

To that hyper mother,
To that crazy father,
To that supportive granny,
To that caring grappy.

It’s not easy, I know.
You are doing all that you can.
You want the best and better than best for your young chaps,
hell, even your older lads.

Take rest.
Sip that wine.
For tomorrow there is another day,
For another witful lesson to say,
and also for that feeding struggle at nine.

Hey, I got to do same,
No different story here.
Sailing in the boat of parenting,
We all working towards raising tiny humans,
Hoping for a good future to adhere.

-Himshree S