Our parents are getting old and we can’t do anything about it
The circle of time is taking its turn
As it always does
And we can’t do anything about it
We remember our childhood, how we were the center of their universe
How the first step taken, first word spoken
Became a memory etched in their canvas as they unlocked us, by locking themselves
How gentle were their love
How sacred were their acts
Who knows when the last breath will come and all of us will meet our makers
But who worries about that as we met ours, they inhabited our world and did the best they could
How easily we dismissed their worries for us
How easily we became angry when things didn’t go our way and we vented on them
But they took all in
Like an anchor dropped in the vast ocean
They became our north star
Guiding us along
We did disappoint them
Not once or twice but infinite
But they took all in
The pure love never gave in
Tender hands which had caressed us are now becoming delicate and feeble
Roles are reversing as we worry about them and how nonchalantly they laugh about it
When the final verdict comes
When the clock will finally strike the hand
We will tell them to take us along
As this chasm left behind by them will be insurmountable to fathom
Tears pouring out of our souls
Down on our knees
We will beg them
And they will look down on us with their ever so loving gaze and tell us we will always be there with you
Just close those eyes and cover those ears, feel the rushing blood, the beating heart – in silence – we will always be there…