When's too soon?

Gone too soon. The weight of the world on her shoulder, the worry of her loved ones clouding her heart. The incessant need for perfection. A perfect mother, a class act professionally, a devoted wife, a caring daughter and sister. A friend you can reach out to anytime. The guilt. Oh the guilt. Prioritizing work over the baby. The less than perfect fancy dress costume put together in a hurry. The burn. When's it her time to relax? That spa you always wanted to but there's a party to throw. Ooh, the biryani lacked just a little bit of spice. Get it together. The waistline needs some attention. The doctors visit can wait. The ear infections and inoculations. The office politics (she's pre occupied with family). She's alpha. What a bitch. Oh no, a people pleaser. The mask. Always the mask. She's got it all. Nobody sees he hardwork. The tears. It's sticking together with glue tack. Balancing act. Work harder. Be more organized and disciplined. Wake up early that gives you more hours? The baby bubble baths and the client calls. Tick tick. Tock tock. When does it ever stop? 

Gone too soon. Rest now sweet girl. It's your time to.