Strength

So you think you are a very wise woman

you let go of your children to  grow

you never interfered in their matters

you allowed them to fight their own battle

you made them tough and positive

you smile proudly at your achievements

But,

the moment you hear they are sick, suffering

all you want to do is to hug them, cuddle them

wrap your arms around them

to hide them from all evils

you don’t want them to suffer

you want to be there always to protect them

knowing well

you will not be there forever to look after them

how love makes one weak

Or

it is your strength?

~Indira