When I was a small child,
The hands that fed me,
Are now too weak and feeble
To raise from the lunch box,
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This deeply poignant and very touching poem made me shed a tear. Yes, old age is inevitable yet we are not always ready to face when it arrives.
Thanks, Rose Marie Juan-austin, for reading my poem and kindly commenting. Your comment touched me. I wrote this poem while trying to feed my 92 year old mom who is just like an infant now.
Dang! Khairul, i could NOT think of your name yesterday. I hope you are well (enough) . I've posted a new 'showcase'. : ) bri
I'd kind of like to skip the 2nd babyhood stage! ! ! ! My condolences to all who get there and to their caretakers! ! : (
i had to check definition of surreptitious: '1: done, made, or acquired by stealth: CLANDESTINE' bri ;)
'Khairul, i could NOT think of your name yesterday. Ha! stanza one: 'week' is WEAK, probably a typo.
Khairul, i could NOT think of your name yesterday. Ha! stanza one: 'week' is WEAK, probably a typo.
Brilliantly put.5 Stars full. I have enjoyed this excellent poem
Cycle of life based on poet's expression is neatly expressed here...a beautiful poem..5 stars
Every loving daughter or son could relate to this beautiful poem. So tenderly and lovingly expressed. Your great mother must be so proud of you.