I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror.
Gray hair has taken over.
It’s not just gray; it shows years.
Years of sacrifice raising two kids with my husband.
 “That is where you see all your dreams and hopes, Shyama,” I tell myself.   

You kept it inside because you wanted your children to have the best.
You pray that they will do well one day, of course, better than you.

In my eyes deep within,
You see sadness, you see failure, maybe brokenness.
Some form of anger, too.
We are human, of course.
Who settles me in His precious eyes? That’s He alone, God himself.
So, I write. Shake myself. Stand.
He is there, always waiting to hold you.

So many sleepless nights, I was overwhelmed with everything.
So it is. Wonder of my heart.
You choose Him,
Then you find He is the one who chooses you.
You have questions? Of course, billions of them.
Wherever my heart goes, I will love Him like never before.
He brought me to the land of freedom.
To raise the next generation.
So I will.