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  • wordpills 39m

    Bread is my weakness and they misuse my emotions for same.
    If I keep laboring they keep appreciating me
    If I couldn't work for a day they haunt me by their sour words and make me realize if I'm a burden to them.
    ©wordpills

  • x_eden 4h

    LXII. MOM

    .
    You washed me with
    water and words
    You washed me with
    phrases designed to strain
    the "him" from my brain.

    Each time I took a step forward,
    I looked back at you with my eyes,
    so dark and different from your own.

    Did you remember
    your treasure?
    The emerald near
    the sapphire dear.
    The babies in your brood,
    the "us" you love so,
    are half him in shape
    and maybe
    half him in soul.

    - sh

  • x_eden 4h

    LXI. DAD

    .

    Mortality is bittersweet.
    Look into my eyes,
    they're your eyes.
    Do you realize,
    your afterlife
    is in them?

    So let's agree:
    This is a reconciliation
    between two parts of one soul.
    I am your gamble for eternity,
    which cannot be taken back.

    - sh

  • anuradhasharma 11h

    मनःस्थिति जानने की कभी कोशिश नहीं किए,

    फिर मानसिक बीमारी जान के हंस दिए।


    ©anuradhasharma

  • spaceycasey 3d

    The Table

    To look at me now it would be hard to see
    But for most of my life I really hated being me
    Not many years after the day of my birth
    I knew my home was far away from this earth
    A common feeling I knew best to keep hid
    To avoid the struggle of being the "weird kid"
    Especially because I lived in a typical small town
    Where most of the people loved putting me down
    Shit always talked about, but never to my face
    Had me beyond ready to get out of that place 
    And one Christmas away it all became very clear
    That life is more than sadness, hurt, and constant fear 
    While memories are hazy from the days of my youth
    I'll never forget when I saw the beautiful truth
    Finally I could be myself, all laid back and so chill
    Without having rejection be something I feel
    Left with my dad's family, my parents long gone
    In my granny's kitchen I found the place I belong
    There at her table steady giving me hell
    All in fun and with love, that was easy to tell
    Sitting there with their whiskey bottles of peace
    Tracey and Raymond hung out with their favorite niece 
    As he passed me his bottle, said my dad's older brother
    "You are welcome to drink, just don't tell your mother."
    He then went on finishing the rest of his tale
    About the worst of his thirty-six times in county  jail
    While I didn't always comprehend all either would say
    Their jokes are still a hit when I share them today
    Somewhere in the mix of bullshit I found solid insight
    A family tradition was started with us that night
    Though Tracey is gone now, so sad and so true
    Most of my awesomeness comes from those two
    Memories from that table inspired this rhyme
    And the love I found there I'll cherish for all time

     

  • liepa_malijauskaite 3d

    Nostalgia
    _________


    The place of my birth,
    The place of my memories,
    The place I was born,
    And the place I must leave,
    As the time has come.

    The story books, read by my mother,
    The paintings given by my sister,
    And the childish accessories given by my father,
    They come as my feelings,
    They make me want to stay as they remind me of those days.

    I only leave here my diary-
    My family, my childhood,
    Let them tell my story,
    As I will begin my adulthood,
    As I will be searching for myself.

    Once again

    ©liepa_malijauskaite

  • the_secret_pen_style 3d

    Even the best of advices if given by a sibling is deemed worthless.

  • nishutayal 4d

    Too much too ask for???

    Sometimes I wonder where all this will end ,
    I have been alone all my life.
    Never had close friends who lifted me when i was down,
    Nor a close cousin or relatives who supported me when I needed most,
    Maybe born as first child thought me maturity in childhood, killing that innocence in me.
    Being eldest child distant me from my siblings for some odd reasons,
    And my love life has been a rollercoaster
    But I never complained , but
    Sometimes I crave for that love and care
    Numerous times I feel like shouting and asking ,
    Why me??? But whom do I ask this question
    Don't I deserve some love , care and happiness
    That affection that I am also being loved.
    How can a person be so unlucky
    To not recieve love or care by any means,
    Is it too much too ask for ???

    ©Nishu Tayal

  • royce85 5d

    My daddy

    https://gofund.me/935d45d6
    If any one is feeling generous please help my mother. She recently lost her husband of 45 years to cancer he was also the financial support for my mom. Thanks to any that can and will.
    ©royce85

  • scribbles01 5d

    @writersnetwork #vacation #family #happiness #fun #goodbye #pain #ceesreposts

    For me summer vacation means family reunion :)

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    Summer Vacation

    A week before the vacation itself
    a river of excitement starts to flow
    within me!

    Selecting the best dresses I have
    and packing them into a suitcase
    along with matching accessories
    is happiness

    Schools are closed
    don't have to study and
    leaving the textbooks behind
    is relief

    Entering the railway station
    meeting my cousins
    and travelling with them
    is fun

    Arriving at my native
    travelling by the auto
    to my grandma's house
    is delight

    Talking with my relatives
    Eating heaps of snacks
    and playing a lot of games
    is joy

    Staying up all night
    Selfies and pillow fights
    Dancing to songs
    is craziness

    Having to bid goodbye
    and leave such beautiful
    place and people
    is pain

    Thought of going back to school
    having to face the teachers
    and to study
    is heartbreak

    A river of nostalgia
    will keep flowing within me
    until next time!

    ©scribbles01

  • madinah_writes 1w

    Mother; the various fruitfold of love.
    A disciplinarian yet, gentle as dove.
    Wipes away out tears in abruptness.
    Leaving us nothing but smiles and happiness.
    Just like others, she could annoy.
    But when you find the reason, would give you joy.


    Mother; the various fruitfold of love.
    Her smile shines brighter, under the radiant sun.
    The flames of her love would forever burn.
    A love no weather can quench.
    No condition can change.
    My mother, the various fruitfold of love.
    ©madinah_writes

  • rahoof 1w

    This aching sensation in my heart
    This is not mine
    This has been borrowed
    But I don't mind to bare this hurt with her
    Infact I just don't care if it's unbearable

    Because I'd promised long before
    to stand beside her
    with her back resting to mine.
    I am here crying her tears,
    While not letting her do the same.
    And speaking her mind
    While not making her seem absurd.

    I know how much she had stumbled,
    But I refuse to leave her mind to insanity.
    And I feel the pain of that cold blade drawn
    From her wounds, while leaving a hole in mine as well.

    I too bleed when she says,
    "Why does him wanting her instead of me,
    Makes me want him more?"
    I too bleed when she asks "why him?"
    And I don't mind to bare this hurt with her,
    Infact I don't even care if its unbearable.
    Cause If this hurt is hers, it’s mine as well.

    @rahoof

  • rahoof 1w

    Of the many things that one can easily fool,
    The heart of young lovers are the easiest of them all.

    When it comes to catching lies,
    even if their mind knows when to catch it,
    or ask about it when they happen.
    Their hearts could not,
    Their hearts would often let it slide.

    Why! you might ask?
    I dont know, maybe no one knows.
    But maybe,
    Maybe they are too afraid to lose people they think the world of, over the dispute of asking 'whys'.

    ©rahoof

  • g_h_o_s_t 1w

    Standing at the edge of life and death
    Just need a little push
    To determine whether you'd see me tomorrow
    Or you'd see me in a coffin

    Got three people by my side me to help me
    My love
    My family
    My friends

    Who do you'll think will push me to my death or will save my soul

  • mrspectacular 1w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • mrspectacular 1w

    BULLET POINT 1

    --------------------------------
    Sarah Scott has tears rolling down her cheeks as she looks around the shanty she lives in with her three children and her husband, a struggling craftsman who owns a wood workshop. They were well to do before now until a little slip up with a supply gone south caused them to pay damages worth almost their whole net worth having gulped ninety-six percent of it leaving them with a mean four percent to live on.
    In her agonious reminiscing, she is so disconnected from the world around her that she does not notice when her children, Charles, the eldest aged 16 years old, Henrietta, the elder, aged 13 and Emmanuel, the youngest, aged 11 years old, arrive from school and enter into the house. Were it to be a band of criminals, they could easily cart away all the little they have in the house without any confrontation whatsoever. Upon gaining entry into the house, the children begin calling out to their mother, sure of the fact that it is impossible that no one would be home and the door would be left unlocked.
    After about a minute or two of searching for her, they find her seated quite absent-mindedly, her eye lids sore from crying a long time, her nose running like that of a little child who has been given the beating of his life at the mercy of the whip. It is not a pretty sight.
    The children had never seen their mother like this. She usually had a pretty smile send them off to school and welcome them home when they return. Despite the evident deplorability of their situation, she always seemed to have a demeanor and attitude of a positivist damage-control expert, giving them the impression that there would be no need for alarm, tears or agony but here she is, broken, tired and frustrated. The children walk towards their mother and sit around her and with a touch to her shoulders, they startle her back to reality.
    'Oh gosh', she screams, hurriedly wiping her eyes in the belief that they have not seen the tears in her eyes.
    'Mum, what's wrong?', Charles asks on behalf of the trio.
    'Nothing, dears', she says as she hurriedly rises. 'Go freshen up. Let me go and prepare for you all to eat. I'm sure you must all be tired and hungry'.
    The worries are becoming too familiar with them. Bills staking in their mails, the children are never allowed to get the mails so they never had an inkling of the excessiveness of the bills, going by the family's new pocket. Charles, unsatisfied by the good lies their mother has fed and may still feed them with by and by, goes to the kitchen to evaluate his mother's real countenance. She has a knife and a chopping board containing some cooking ingredients but she just stands staring into blank space and not doing anything to or with the ingredients before her. It beats his imagination what may be troubling her so much. Walking over to her, he touches her right shoulder, once again startling her into reality once more, she almost has him stabbed with the knife in her hand but for his quick reflexes.
    'Calm down, mum', says Charles surprised at what has just happened. 'What's the matter? Please talk to me'.
    Sarah cannot bring herself to tell the children about the financial issues they are facing at home at the moment. She keeps dumb for a few minutes but when she realizes Charles is about to leave her in the kitchen having been disappointed by his mother who does not trust nor believe in him enough to share her problems with him, she has no choice but to blurt out on the financial issues. She yells from behind Charles, bursting into tears,
    'We are broke, Charles', screams Sarah. 'Your dad and I have been doing everything to keep this away from you all because we do not want you all to be bothered but we are not in any way as buoyant as we were before. We are broke'
    The other children hear what Sarah has shouted and come running into the kitchen,
    'What's going on?', Henrietta and Emmanuel yell simultaneously.
    'We heard screams and we came as soon as possible', Henrietta adds.
    'Nothing, kids', Sarah says trying to hide the real information. 'You can go back to your room. I will call you when I am done making.....'
    'Stop it', Charles cuts in. His voice resounding through the silence that had overshadowed the kitchen. 'Stop it...'
    'Stop what...?'
    'They have a right to know too. It's only a matter of time before they will begin to see through your antics'
    'What antics?', Henrietta asks.
    'Mum, what is Charles talking about?', Emmanuel questions further.
    'Kids, don't worry about it...', Sarah tries to wave their curiousity but Charles would not allow it.
    '..... Siblings, the fact that we are broke is the issue on ground now'. Charles is most vexed because he believes if there were to be any problems, particularly financially with either or both of his parents, as the first born, he should be let in on it so he could help in whatever way possible. He arrived Earth with an inbuilt gusto for responsibility, the young man will never see a need and not do all he can to step in. His siblings stare flabbergasted.
    'So what's gonna happen now?', Henrietta asks expecting a matching order
    'As it stands now', Charles begins his speech. 'I think we will have to look for ways to bring more money into the house so that our gross domestic product as individuals and indeed a family does not drop any lower than it already is'.
    'So we all agree we will all get jobs, right?', Henrietta asks, seeking clarification.
    'Most definitely...Sure', Charles and Emmanuel chorus simultaneously. They are all eager to know how sweet it would be to start earning their own bills and supporting the family. They all go over to hug their mother who is shedding tears of pride over her children's zeal and desperation to help the finances of the family voluntarily. While they are hugging it out tightly and happily, they hear the vehicle of their father and husband, Mr. Cheller Scott drive in. A chaffeuer, he has just returned from his boss's home, who has just returned with him from a trip out of town with two of his daughters.
    'What's all the frenzy about?', Mr. Cheller Scott asks confusedly, after about five minutes of watching them hug without any one of them noticing his presence to welcome him. A hard-working man, he loves his family so dearly. Charles and the others, upon hearing his voice, quickly disengage from the warm hug moment they are having with their mother softly and yet teary-eyed, rush over to give Mr. Cheller Scott, their father, his own share of the warm hug. Mrs. Sarah Scott, still with some tears in her eyes, watches on proudly yet jealously.
    Scott, noticing that she is feeling left out, signals Sarah to join in. Sarah rushes over shyly and with a kiss to her forehead, Scott brings her into the group hug which lasts for five minutes without a word uttered.
    Scott breaks the silence by the sixth minute. He is curious to understand what is really going on and why everyone is in tears. He quickly whispers,
    'What is going on, family?', he asks while still in the hug, planting kisses on each of their foreheads passionately. 'Why are you all in tears?'
    This question breaks the hug with Sarah taking the lead as she directs everyone into the sitting, walking over there herself first and the children following. Scott is still lost as to what is going on so he joins in the sitting room, throwing the question he had asked earlier again to his family. He is desperate for some closure to this feeling of confusion and finally Sarah begins,
    'The children....', Sarah chips in.
    'Ahh.......', he begins all the confused as he could see nothing physically wrong with the children. '......And what's wrong with the children'.
    'They have something to discuss which I am pretty sure you would love to hear'.
    'Oh really?', he asks enthusiastically. 'What is it, my bundles of joy? Spill it. I can't wait to hear it'.
    'Dad, we have seen all you and mum are doing to get us out of this strait situation we have found ourselves and while we are not happy that you would keep the economic situation of this family from us, we are not angry. However, we, the offsprings of the house, have unanimously decides within ourselves to help the economy of this house by getting jobs for ourselves', Charles speaks on behalf of his siblings and himself.
    'I am proud of you all', Mr. Cheller Scott says. 'I am happy you all are concerned about the situation of things and are willing to help but please I beg you, out there, it is dog eat dog. While I do not have any right to stop you from working, I want to plead with you to be safe. Do whatever job you want to. As far as it is legal, I support you. Once again, thank you very much for being so concerned'.
    Everyone is excited that both parents are on-board with the decision. They talk a little more during and after dinner and by 10:30pm, they all retire to bed for the day, the children all excited that by tomorrow, they would join the workforce.

    __________________
    ©mrspectacular

  • _mehsvi_ 1w

    I'm Afraid

    I'm afraid to be good
    For they say
    Bad things happen to good people.
    I'm afraid to be a failure
    For I hate
    To be the reason of their disappointment .
    I'm afraid to be happy
    For it means
    The grief is just about to knock on the door.

    I'm afraid to be in a crowd
    For it feels
    More lonely to be alone in a crowd rather than being lonely alone.
    I'm afraid of being forgotten oblivion
    For I know
    I'll leave with having done nothing worth remembering.
    I'm afraid of being judged
    For I've seen
    The look in their eyes when I accidently just be me.
    I'm afraid to dream
    For I've experienced
    They're nothing but nightmares.


    I'm afraid to be in love
    For I believe
    I'll destroy the person first and then myself.
    I'm afraid to die
    For I've been told
    It will devastate the ones I have.
    I'm afraid to live
    For I feel
    I'll keep standing still at the same place where I've been for years without making any change.

    ©_mehsvi_

  • ciara1 1w

    PLEASE EVERYONE ON MIRAKEE

    TO FAMILY AND FRIENDS, PLEASE PRAY FOR MY AUNTIE SANDRA WHO IS MY SECOND MOTHER. AUNTIE SANDRA IS GOING THROUGH SOME ROUGH TIMES SO PLEASE KEEP HER IN PRAYER. I WROTE A POEM AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS POST, PLEASE READ THIS POEM EVERYONE. GOD BLESS YOU ALL♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

    Dear Second Mother,

    You’re such a beautiful person inside and out.
    A heart of gold
    Dependable and reliable with an embrace that never goes cold.
    I can tell you everything to you with no judgment,
    You're a true gift from God like no other,
    And to me you will always be a second mother to me and to Glenn who we will always trust and love.
    You’re one in a million,
    You're a true caring second mother and auntie who I love dearly.
    No matter what second mother, where you go or what you do,
    It is your family who will always stand by you.
    We will be your strong support in tough times,
    We will be the ones who will make you smile.
    We will wipe away all your tears when you're sad,
    We will calm you down even when you're mad.
    We are your family and will be forever,
    No matter what happens, your sisters, your brothers, cousins, nieces, nephews,in laws, FAMILY,
    will keep you at heart in our prayers.
    Even if we all live far away from each other, we will still be there for you Second Mother and for everyone else in the family who is going through hard times in this season.
    No matter where you go auntie Sandra, we all will go together in the name of Jesus. God bless you and keep you my dear auntie Sandra/Second mother. Please pray for auntie Sandra everyone. ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️❤❤❤❤❤

  • prose_nexus 1w

    ��Dear Father��
    A written letter to my Father.
    A letter to supremacy
    And an ode to glory

    P.S follow and like for the end

    #pod #wod #glorygoals #community #heaven #god #family #love

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    Dear Father

    You have blessed me with a warm smile,
    A square hug,
    And a vision that could go for miles.

    It aint enough that I could call you on my worst night,
    No cellphone
    Yet your blessings stay in speed dial.

    Checkered past
    yet you checked my sins off
    Thought I was lost
    till you went to go grab me a torch
    Thought I was cursed
    till the witches all lost their support
    Everywhere burst
    But the buns you gave me was love...

  • pallavi4 1w

    Portrait

    My parents are like chalk and cheese
    As different as two people can possibly be
    I keep wondering since I am like neither
    How they managed to sire me

    My dad is chilled out and relaxed
    Unfussy and jovial all the time
    Even in the face of things going wrong
    He pretends that everything is just fine

    My mom is more tightly wound
    A stickler for time and work
    Accounting for every minute of the day
    She doesn’t let anyone haphazardly lurk

    He is short and a bit of a bully
    With big dreams and a wild imagination
    An optimist at heart, he is never found low
    Or down due to mournful resignation

    She is tall and determined
    Hardworking and intense
    Once she starts something she continues
    Doing it for weeks without an end

    He still dresses like he is in the 70s
    Unwilling to change into current styles
    But adapts very quickly to new technology
    He is unstoppable and goes on for miles

    She’s modern and dressed to the nines
    Uniquely different and mighty fine
    But bad at changing according to changing times
    Unwilling to put even a foot out of line

    A sharp contrast of two separate worlds
    To me they represent the two poles
    They maybe apart in mannerisms and behaviour
    Yet they are what makes my home

    @pallavi4

    16th of January, 2022

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Ethereal Acrylic Paintings
    by Duy Huynh

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