Dear Yuri,
Layers of who I am, what I hold dear
Struggling for space and time
Squeezed into a beautiful prison, full of people I love
Which means I can’t even complain
My plans for efficiency
Diverted by tears – my own, my kids
And their little warm bodies when we hug
Ground the frustration and make me question the balance
So we eat chocolate and watch another Disney film
Together
Control is small these days
All reduced to ‘step by step’
And out the window nature is so beautifully out of control
Can’t WE just grow, instead of having to achieve?
The smiling spotty teenager clapping for carers
Has more integrity than the callous ‘leaders’
Whose inaction threatens my family
And connects the layers of anger in my belly to the grit of my teeth
And yet….those bubbles of ‘what ifs’ sometimes rise…
Change might come
Paradigms might shift
And I might lose weight by eating chocolate
But we will never know unless we try.