Mother Knows Best Poem by sharon simani

You push, I pull…….back and forth,
Side to side, we can barely see the next landing.
I hold on tight, you pull away
This time the strength is fuelled by the uncalled for hate.
I wonder, how long should I hold on?

Its not much of a life you are living,
Its also not something you just take; its given
So why are we going on round in circles?

Then again, mother nature comes beckoning,
Like the humble child, I respond.
Not a fight, not a struggle.
I know, mother knows best.