I am held together with
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Strings of empathy
For those that hold my heart
Held to parents
Bound to children
One apron, one not
To those I say goodbye to
My work strings entwined with family
Just the thickness varies
That is all
For animals
It remains the same
When I can I give of me
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I release them to the length I want
Depending on the moment
Yet there are days of knots
When I cannot give
I cannot try
I cannot unwind nor stretch further
For I am human
now
always
and humans have limitations
Ramblings From A Mum 
You can only do what you can do, as my Gran used to say.
True R
protect those fragile, tender, loving, strong, important strings dear jenny! ❤
That I shall Jodie, thank you ❤️
I like this Jen. There is only so much we can do isn’t there. A lovely poem to reflect on.
Thank you mate, yep only so much 💙
And honest rendering of the ties that stretch and pull us. Nicely done and strongly felt.
Too kind sweet face thank you ❤️
a beautiful poem that i understand so well, jen. make sure that you are not the marionette, but be the puppet master of your own strings instead.
Much wisdom in your answer Beth, thank you and I know how you can relate ❤️
Indeed Jen, indeed we all do. ❤
Thank you C, hugs ❤️
Hugs returned Jen. ❤
Some people think we’re superhuman, Jen – I wish they were right xxxx
I wish I was too Di, it would help at times. Hope you are well. ❤️
Limitations indeed dear girl. This does not mean to limit You exactly, rather to limit others. There is a difference. Very insightful poem Jen, a realisation. ❤
I have to set my own limitations in what I can and can’t do and for me that’s always been a battle. Thank you darling ❤️
yes, we do, especially when someone is …. stringing us along… nice to see you, Jen ~
Various ways aren’t there and no, it’s nice to see you M – thank you
Strings of responsibility can get frayed as our nerves and emotions are fragile. My inner strength dwindles but then my well if love fills up and revives me once again. Best wishes for your Poppa Penguin who us restless and needs rest, as well as some extra attention to others, baby on its way, too. xoxo Jen, saying prayers as I head off to bed, sorry for late responses.
You shouldn’t apologise my comment is later than yours! Thank you darling for your best wishes. Mum has been very difficult with me of late, struggling to come to grips with her assaults. Pops voice is dwindling more. B is now 24 weeks and quite a tummy on her now and bubs is moving around quite strongly..a good sign. Hugs sweety xxx