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| My morning walk route.. |
I am a bundle of contradictions.
I live in the most beautiful house- between a forest and a river,
In a space that aspirations are made of.
Yet, I don’t own 8 matching dinner plates.
I am a bundle of contradictions.
I drive a car with three pointed stars,
The seats can be warmed while I move between galaxies.
Yet, I can’t point towards three constellations in the sky for my children.
I am a bundle of contradictions.
I am surrounded by abundance in more ways than I can count,
I feel loved and cherished- every day of the week.
And- most of my socks have holes in them.
I am a bundle of contradictions.
I have travelled to more countries than my son can yet name.
Even to the ones I didn’t know existed till I was 28.
And- I ate Thai food in each one of them.
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| Mother's Day gift by my daughter |
I am a bundle of contradictions.
Unpredictable in the most predictable ways.
Slightly mended, somewhat restored, and often I have nothing to say.
I am a bundle of contradictions,
My life-spilling on the shelf of neatly stacked books,
and yet, I am magically complete.
