
At 6, playing hops scotch
Jumping off the wall
Showing her skills to her mom
She proudly calls
Mom, look I know it all
Her mom smiles and replies
give it time, my child
At 13, dealing with boyfriends and heartbreaks
Shrugging off mom’s advise and pace
She impatiently retorts, I don’t need you to talk,
I know it all
Mom calmly replies, give it time, my child
At 18, leaving the nest
with bursting excitement in her chest
She waves good bye and hollers loud
Don’t worry, I will be OK, I know it all
Mom quietly replies, give it time, my child
At 30, a mother herself
Managing it all
From sunrise to sunset
Nurturing young souls with dos and donts
Convinces herself, I got this, I know it all
Mom warmly replies, give it time, my child
At 60, sitting under a tree
admiring her life’s potpourri
Sharing her wisdom with grand kids
Chuckles, when asked this
GG, Do you know it all?
She looks up to the sky
Winks at her mom and replies
I do know one thing,
it brought me this far
hopefully, will take you further, my star
And that is, I know nothing at all.
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In life, I know one thing, that I know nothing – SOCRATES
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In response to Reena’s Exploration Challenge
Very good! Made me smile!
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Thank you! 💜
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Wow, such a beautiful poem! Made me smile. ☺️💛
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Just realised that the previous person also commented – ‘Made me smile’. 😁
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I am glad you read and liked. Much happier that the piece invoked similar feelings for more than one reader. 💜💜
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Love this! So true.
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Thank you! 🙏💕
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Welcome!
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A lifelong lesson!!
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Thank you! Something all of us should remember. Stay hungry and ignorant. 😀
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That’s very true!!
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Such a lovely progression. Nicely done.
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So happy you liked it! Sincerely appreciate your wonderful comment.
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Really liked the progression of this one – well constructed and told!
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Thank you! Progressions like these are very close to my heart. Leave me nostalgic and mushy. 😀
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Well then they are truly treasures
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Super poem. A fridge poem, perhaps?
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THANK YOU!!! That’s an idea. Sincerely appreciate your words. 🙏
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Very nice, and thank you for visiting and following my blog. Take care.
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Right back at ya! I am exploring your site more 😊
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Good, welcome Pallavi. Take care.
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They say ‘true maturity happens when one can forgive one’s parents’. Maybe we begin to see things from their perspective. All said and done, the gap with the next generation remains almost the same.
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True 🙂
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Thank you for this wonderful challenge.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Life’s Paradox ….by Pallavi
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Thank you Reena 🙂
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Loved it 🙂
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Thank you for stopping by! I liked your writings too.
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Thanks a lot, Pallavi 🙂
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Very well written. Reminds me of a game I used to play with the grandkids when they were little. I used to say to them ” ask me a question, I know everything.” It started a lot of discussion. Usually ” see you don’t know everything.”
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Aw..thank you for sharing this with me. Grandparents’ love is priceless! 💕
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Love this poem! so true.❤️
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Thank you 😊..
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