A father’s love is rarely spoken aloud,
Yet it echoes in every moment we’re proud.
The hands that held us when we were small,
Still steady our hearts when life makes us fall.
Simi
His Love, Our Foundation
Author: SIMI
A lover of life and its divine details, I chose many professions, but writing chose me. The word infinity has always stirred a quiet wonder in me, about where we come from, where we’re going, and what lies beyond. It is this wonder that fuels my words.
A certified life coach, dentist, nutritionist, dietitian, content creator, and French language enthusiast, I wear many hats, but at heart, I’m a seeker. A seeker of meaning, of beauty, of the unseen stories that surround us. To me, life is not a destination, but a sacred process of continuous learning, feeling, and unfolding.
This space, Poetry and Fitness, is where my passions meet: emotional well-being, physical health, parenting reflections, and poetic expression. Through every post, every poem, and every quote, I hope to spark thought, healing, and a sense of connection.
Thank you for being here. Let’s grow, heal, and rise together.
What Happiness Isn’t
What’s a common misconception people have about happiness?
Many chase happiness in distant skies,
Not seeing it where the sunlight lies.
It isn’t a prize at the end of the race,
But a quiet bloom in the present place.
I Would Do it All Over Again
If life were to offer me another chance
to nurture my children all over again,
I would not look for any different way,
nor wish away even a single day.
I would welcome the tiny footprints once more,
the laughter spilling through colorful rooms,
the endless questions, the sleepless nights,
the small hands reaching for mine.
I would pause for each story,
however many times it was told.
I would celebrate the ordinary days,
Completely knowing they were never ordinary at all.
I would watch with wonder as they grew,
not measuring time by years,
but by the quiet moments
that became, without warning, memories.
I would cheer their smallest victories,
make them kick away their disappointments,
and trust them enough to open my hands
when the time came to let them fly.
I would once again choose hugs over hurry,
presence over perfection,
connection over correction,
and love, always, above all else.
I would tell them once again
that being truthful is strength,
that courage and fear often walk together,
and that their worth was never something to earn.
I would marvel at the people they became,
each carrying their own light,
their own dreams,
their own way of being in this world.
And now, standing on the other side of those years,
I look back with a full heart.
Not because everything was perfect,
but because it was real.
Every challenge held a lesson.
Every season held a blessing.
The laughter remains.
The love remains.
The memories remain.
And each passing year only deepens
my gratitude for the privilege
of having been their mother.
So if life, in its quiet kindness,
were to place that choice before me again,
I would choose the same children,
the same journey,
the same lessons,
the same love.
And with a heart that has known it all
and chosen it anyway,
I would do it all over again.
Simi
Mastering Magic
If you could instantly master any skill, what would it be and why?
I’d master the language of hearts untold,
Where stories are treasured more than gold.
To heal with words in a gentle way,
And leave behind sunshine where shadows stay.
When Life Gets Meme-worthy
What’s your favorite meme?
My favorite meme? The dog saying, “I’m fine,”
While everything around him walks a crooked line.
It makes me laugh when days don’t go as planned,
A little comic reminder that life is wonderfully unplanned.
The Archer
Two arrows.
Two horizons.
The first left years ago, and I saw her becoming a streak of light,
I watched until I couldn’t…!!
And now the second
is all set to light up
his share of the vast sky…!
I know they never belonged to me.
They were only ever passing through,
two souls I got to love, to keep them cuddled in my arms,
before the wind claimed them.
Yet it overwhelms me, each time I realise, it’s the empty nest moment..!
And here I stand,
bow lowered,
heart breaking open
in the most beautiful way,
not empty,
just fuller than before, with gratitude
What a blessing it is
to be their mother.
Motherhood is truly the art
of aiming carefully,
loving deeply,
and releasing gracefully.
Simi
The Sculptor’s Gift
She carved with love, she carved with care,
With the softest hands and whispered prayer.
Each subtle touch, each measured art,
Was shaped from pieces of her heart.
“I want for you what I never knew,
Wide open skies and a colourful view.
The strength to stand, the choice to roam,
To shape your dreams and call them home.”
The daughter heard, yet longed to fly,
To test her wings in the open sky.
For every bird, however dear,
Must fly from the nest it holds most near.
The mother watched with anxious eyes,
Remembering her own roads and old goodbyes.
She dreaded the storms, the hidden bends,
The quiet wounds that living sends.
The daughter said, “Believe in me,
The woman that you helped me be.
Your love has made my soul much strong,
Your lessons will guide me all along.”
The mother smiled through silent tears,
And saw beyond her countless fears.
For what is love, if not grace,
To let another find their place?
And what is youth, if not the art
Of carrying home within your heart?
So be her daughter, be her friend,
Before the seasons reach their end.
And while the moments still allow,
Stand for each other, starting now.
Let guidance walk with freedom’s hand,
Let trust and tenderness both stand.
Loosen up the rules, that you have made,
Live each day creating memories that never fade.
The sculptor’s gift was never stone,
Nor keeping what she called her own.
It was to nurture a soul so bright
That body and mind could not keep her away, from walking into the light.
And the daughter’s gift, before goodbye,
Is not to cling, nor drift, nor fly,
But to turn around and let her see:
“The strength you wished for lives in me.”
Simi
Nothing but Proud: An Army Family’s Journey
An army family doesn’t just live together,
it learns, quietly, how to live apart.
Our children did not grow up by calendars.
Birthdays, festivals, small celebrations,
they arrived not on dates,
but with his leave,
with the sound of a door opening,
with the presence we had been waiting for.
I still remember that sound,
the sudden tring-tring of the landline,
and the rush of little feet and even faster hearts.
Three minutes.
To gather a month of love into a few trembling words.
To speak, to laugh, to belong.
And sometimes, in the middle of it all,
the line would fall silent.
We learnt early,
love does not always get the luxury of time.
And yet, there were moments when life took us closer to his world.
Places where we learnt to breathe,
and then to breathe a little deeper, just to find enough air.
Places where ice had to be melted
just to gather a handful of water.
Places of harsh, unrelenting heat,
and places of quiet, breathtaking beauty.
And sometimes,
just absence.
But we also had our share of joy,
a few years of togetherness,
greener pastures,
moments where life felt almost ordinary.
In his absence, two little children continued to grow,
while in his heart, they remained the same.
But time does not wait at borders.
It carried them forward,
into strength, into dreams, into wings of their own.
Until one day, without announcement,
they outgrew the waiting.
And somewhere between those years,
a quiet voice seems to echo
“Papa, I’m not a kid anymore,
I just grew up waiting for you.”
Today, he returns.
Not to the noise he left behind,
but to a home gentler in its silence,
to an almost empty nest,
to me,
With the years I have lived, stories I have gathered,
and moments I now hold softly, ready to be told.
Yesterday, as I saw him in his uniform for the last time,
something within me stood still.
There was pride, deep and unwavering.
There was an ache, quiet but undeniable.
And there were goosebumps
the kind only our flag can awaken.
And in that moment,
my heart whispered a quiet gratitude to the Almighty,
for every unseen protection,
for every answered prayer,
for bringing him home, safe.
For those who have loved the nation not as a word,
but as a way of life,
this moment is never easy.
But perhaps service was never just the uniform.
Perhaps it was always the spirit,
finding new meaning, new purpose, new paths.
So today, we do not stop.
We simply learn to walk differently.
Because a soldier may step away from the field,
but the nation never steps out of him.
And some duties,
are not left behind,
they are carried, for life.
Simi
When The Sky Saluted
The sky chose today
to speak in a softer voice,
not thunder, not a storm,
but a gentle rain
falling like unspoken words.
As if even the heavens knew
this was no ordinary morning.
We walked beside you,
not only as a wife,
not only as children,
but as quiet witnesses
to a life lived in courage,
shaped by duty,
and carried with unwavering grace.
Your uniform held more than rank,
it carried our waiting,
our hushed dinners,
our steady smiles
through nights of uncertainty.
And today,
as the medals come to rest
and the salutes begin to fade,
the rain arrives,
as if to soften
what our hearts cannot conceal.
The children stand taller today,
not because you retire,
but because they finally see
the weight of the man
they have always called father.
And I…
I stand beside you,
not letting go,
only holding you differently
with years reflected in my eyes
and a lifetime resting in my heart.
Let it rain.
Let it fall where words fall short.
For some endings
are not meant to be dry,
they are meant
to be deeply felt.
An Army Wife
Quiet Ascent
The tree stood still through passing years,
watching seasons come and go.
A young vine wrapped its hopeful arms
and chose the path to grow.
No noise, no hurry marked their way,
just sunlight drawing near.
And quietly among the leaves flowers appeared.
Simi
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