Hold My Hand Poem by Namratha Swamy

When the sun will no longer raise or set for me
the days and nights would all seem the same
the seasons would change, yet the colours wouldn't matter anymore
Hold my hand
In the memory of the times, we have spent together.

When climbing up or the down the stairs is a task
When walking on the pavement is uncomfortable
Hold my hand
In the memory of the first steps, I have taught you to tread

When I fail to recognize you or remember your face
When your name doesn't ring the bell in my brains
Hold my hand
For it is me who gave you your form and your name

When your child calls you 'Mama' and reaches out for a tight hug
And when you give your best to your children
Remember, I did the same to you day after day and year after year

Hold my hand child
Hold it tight
The light within you would ignite my memories even for a fleeting second
The feel of your skin would bring me back to this unrecognizable world
The look in your eyes would let me see the strange surroundings.

You sure will get busy with your family, work, and life child
Yet, please do not forget to hold my hand
Coz deep within, this mother would recognize the touch and the warmth of her own flesh and blood.