Parenting- Two sides of a coin

One day their paths diverged, the couple decided to quit.

Bitterly they fought, at home, in court, everywhere they’d sit.

Each wanted a piece given by the life that they had let go,

To them she was the most precious thing, they both loved her so.


Eventually it came down to mudslinging, even name-calling.

They washed their dirty linen publicly, none was stalling.

They cast aspersions at each other, a blame game ensued

And in all this melee, love and understanding were abused.


The little one heard the harsh words that were spoken

And somewhere in her tiny body, her heart was broken.

Still when the time came for her to make a hard choice

She said, “I want neither side A, nor side B,” that is my voice.


She continued in a voice that was pained & hurt, yet clear.

She said, “You both are my world. I hold both equally dear.

How can I choose Side A and not have the Side B join?

Tell me how when you both are two sides of the same coin?”


Her voice carried loud and clear, it touched chords deep.

The courtroom grew silent, you could hear people weep.

There she stood a vision, a symbol of a love that once was.

She couldn’t abandon either, whatever cause.


Side A or Side B, how could she stand and choose,

In the battle of custody, one parent would surely lose.

The judge empathized, his heart saddened by her predicament.

What could the poor child do, if the times were so inclement?


Then with a wisdom born out of years of making peace

He looked at the parents, smiled to set them at their ease.

He implored them to consider, told them take your time

But come back together, for the child’s sake sing the same rhyme.


In a daze the parents looked at each other anew

In that moment they understood how to proceed, they knew!

Together they stood; hand in hand they came to as one.

The child joyously flung herself in their arms, as she’d always done.


The parents that day learnt a lesson that they did need

That parenting is not about sides, it’s about your seed.

In parenting it’s not the side A or side B that matter.

What matters is that you don’t let your child’s hopes shatter.


About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (, by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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