I’d love to tell you, we did it!
I’d love to tell you, we finished.
These past few years, haven’t been quite the same.
These past few years, we hardly get through it.
Am I unfocused?
Did I get distracted?
Yes, I suppose.
Pulled in too many directions.
It’s hard being a mother.
C’est la vie.
It’s hard sacrificing your wants.
Your needs.
For another.
C’est la vie.
This is the life you chose.
You can’t shake the blame.
Now get up and pull yourself together.
There’s no need to pout.
After-all, there will always be another.
C’est. La. Vie.
(Congrats to all who successfully completed the marathon 🥰)
C’est La vive is one of my favorite phrases I say often. And yes, it is hard to be a mother.
What wonderful pacing though the poem. Another day? Another child? Life after death?
I wondered the same! Or another poetry marathon?
liked the concept and sometimes you just have to say, c’est la vie!
‘c’est la vie’ a childhood memory. Probably made me who I am. Accepting what life throws at me. Thanks.