You can’t be both,
A happy mother & a successful working mom,
There was never such a thing as above,
Make a choice, you will have to,
When you grasp the tiny finger,
Withdraw, you can’t be happy forever…
Teach her to love,
Then teach her a thing about separation…
Soon she will get used to the absence, but would you?
Every day I leave her, I put up a brave face,
I am scared to get too used to her smiles,
I need to focus,
The reality is vile.
You’re not just a working mother,
You’re also a working woman,
So every moment is a challenge,
& the logics are weighed on a patriarchal scale.
I want to compete with men,
Be just like them,
Then I remember she must be waiting
& expecting this stranger anytime,
There is so much I will never be able to do,
Because I still can’t make a choice,
Her love is stronger &
So is my pride.
Does every mom choose?
Or does it come easy to them,
Are they allowed a refuge or
Are they always confused?
I still want both the worlds,
Someday, maybe she will understand,
Why I left her behind the doors &
Why I could never take a stand.