Roaming the World 🌎, Writing My Story 📖

I dream of a trip, just me and my man,
No toys, no tantrums—just our master plan.
But oh, the thought makes me freeze and sigh,
Leaving the kids? A thousand “whys?”

“What’s the risk?” they’ll ask with a grin,
But any mom knows where that panic kicks in!
Will they eat well? Will they sleep at night?
Will Grandma handle every sibling fight?

But oh, to roam the world so free,
Just hand in hand, my love and me.
Yet in the background, loud and clear,
“Did they brush their teeth?”—that’s my fear!

Yet, deep inside, there’s more that I seek,
A book of my own, perhaps one unique.
Pages to write, stories to spin,
But between laundry and bedtime, where do I begin?

“What’s the risk?” they say with a smile so wide,
But try juggling kids and an author’s pride!
Will I find the words? Will they sound just right?
Or will I be called to chase monsters at night?

But hey, if I don’t try, I’ll never know,
What stories I can craft, what seeds I’ll sow.
So maybe one day, when the time feels right,
I’ll grab my pen, and take flight.

So maybe someday, I’ll take those big steps,
With a heart full of hope and cautious prep.
Till then, I’ll dream, and maybe soon,
I’ll find my balance under the same moon.