Dilemma of Working Parents in the West
Working parents, with little time to spare, No grandparents or maids to share the care. Newborns, barely days old, left in daycare, Fed on mother’s milk, yet missing her stare. Workplace nurseries once eased the load, Now remote jobs erase that mode. Raising children—a demanding art, With no clear guide, no perfect chart. Grandparents flew in, stayed a while, Helped raise the child with love and smile. Yet juggling roles brought silent strain, So families shrank to lessen the pain. Some chose none, their homes child-free, Chasing freedom, yet joyless it may be. For though they gained time and ease, They missed love’s chaos, warmth, and tease. Family planning paved the way, To nurture one child every day. With focus, care, and dreams to spread— We two, ours one—a slogan said. Yet hearts grow weary when screens replace, The lullabies, the mother’s face. Technology aids, but cannot give The human touch that helps one live. In chasing dreams and stable pay, We risk the joy that fades away. May wisdom guide the paths we take, For every child’s and family’s sake. Nelson Lopes Chinchinim Nelson Lopes Chinchinim https://lopesnelsonnat.wordpress.com
