I see you In my rearview, Smiling, Stark contrast to the crying baby, I now hold in my arms.
22 I see you, Twirling in the perfect dress In your ‘perfect’ shape that you call A ‘work in progress’… Unknown of the scars you will bear When birthing your child… Unknown of the uphill climb it will take To get back to this shape, You may or may not reach, While you struggle to find, The ‘now perfect’ dress That will hide, your imperfections.
22 I see you, Wake up early for your first real job After a good night’s sleep While I go on my 2nd day with no sleep And a sick baby… But 22, I want you to know I adore you, I am proud of you for chasing your dreams And smiling against all odds, Just like how you will smile, With a sick baby in your arms Reminiscing about the times you were young But never for once trade who you have become… A warrior with battles to fight A cook that creates a storm at night A lover who lives to love And above all A mom, Who holds this baby in her arms… 22, I see you.
Me on my 22nd bday many years ago haha… poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Hello Everyone, it is almost Friday…I know i haven’t been able to visit a bunch of my favourite blogs too much over this month…life has been keeping me busy …however, I will try to catch up with some of you over the weekend and read some of the wonderful posts I have missed! Much love to all of you!