First and
last heroes
Dedicated to the biggest strength in a
child’s life - Parents
Daddies aren’t supposed to ask
for support,
Mothers never call in for sick
days
But time and tide never wait for
anyone
I ask out aloud, “What is the
scariest thing?”
I reply, “When the hands that
held, reach out to you.”
It’s not the greying of hair or
the pain in the knee,
It’s those invisible signs that
give me chills.
When the pillars of your
strength look up to you with hope,
Just to find they are hanging
without a rope.
In the selfish run to achieve
your milestones
You didn’t notice the quivering
legs that helped you walk on stones.
Hands that crafted the veggies
into delicious dishes,
Were holding a cup full of
bitter medicines.
Eyes that helped you aim high
and leap,
Was now struggling to get some
sleep.
Sweat that dripped to bake your
favourite cake,
To the wrinkled face that still
smiles for your sake.
Days when your tantrum could get
you anything,
To the days when someone is just
waiting.
The free rides that got you to
school,
To the long distances you never
could commute.
From the tears of pride that
roll down at your dance recitals,
To the tears that missed their
names on your celebrations.
Arms that held you during the
darkest of nights,
To the shoulders that slouches
waiting for you all night.
When you waited for the advices
to stop,
To the quietness that followed would
forever haunt you out.
