Some Times
Sometimes I want to give up
I hold my head and cry
I fall aimlessly I feel. weak
But then I look at my kids
And somehow I gain strength
I get back on my feet
Even as I stumble to my feet
I keep trying trying
They give me the strength
Not even I can explain
The love the care
The understanding that
they are there
And I have a responsibility
To take care of them
The tears I try to hide
But I know they know
We just don’t speak about it
The pain endured
The loneliness Inside
That empty feeling
After you lost someone
Now I play the role
And try my best to fill it
And play the role
As both mother and father.
Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj
Motivational Author. Poet. Novelist
Copyright 2022
