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
Category: a special bond
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
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
Unfolding
You’re standing at a threshold,
and I know your heart is full,
a little unsure, a little brave,
pulled by memories that tug and pull.
Life isn’t pushing you from here,
it’s teaching your wings to fly,
and the future that now waits for you
is larger than the sky.
Yes, the paths will look unfamiliar,
and the skyline may feel new,
but even a strange city finds its glow
when it is lit by you.
A home is never just a place,
it’s built where courage stays,
and every step you take forward
will return in brighter ways.
Do not fear the quiet quiver
that arrives before you rise,
every remarkable beginning
first disguises itself as doubt in disguise.
Life is not closing a chapter,
it’s gathering speed, gaining grace,
and the future stands with open arms,
ready to match your pace.
The world has been waiting patiently
for the fire you’re meant to show,
walk forward with steady eyes,
and let your quiet brilliance grow.
All the moments that shaped you softly,
all the storms that made you bend,
you’re not leaving anything behind,
you carry it all as strength.,
So trust the road that lies ahead,
let change feel bold and true,
the world is vast, the moment is here,
and it is more than ready for you.
Ma
In Her Own Words
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
“My dear,” my mother said, “life is not a race.
Walk it with grace, don’t rush the pace.
The world may be noisy, but peace you’ll always find,
It rests in your heart, not somewhere outside.”
A Trailblazer- My Nani
She nurtures with a heart so tender, so true,
her poems like blossoms, fresh with morning dew.
Wise and radiant, her brilliance runs deep,
a wellspring of joy, a treasure we keep.
A pioneer in spirit, bold and smart,
with courage and kindness in equal part.
Dear Nani, your journey is a radiant song,
an inspiration we’ll carry lifelong.
Happy Birthday dearest Nani 💐✨
Simi
You Are the Music
A bond unspoken, a thread well-spun,
Two souls whose hearts beat as one.
You are the music that lights our days,
Blending emotion and wit in endless ways.
In every note, in all you pursue,
Our world feels richer because of you two.
And always, with love that will never fade,
We await the music you’ve yet to play.
Ma
Ma
You live so gentle, speak so kind,
With only warmth in your heart and mind.
You never teach rules or give commands,
But lead with love and open hands.
You cheer our dreams and let us fly,
Tell us to reach for the endless sky.
Yet ask for nothing, give your best,
With quiet strength and selfless rest.
Now I feel blessed to watch you shine,
As Nani to children now yours and mine.
You have taught us care, with joy and grace,
And love that time cannot replace.
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