Life So Precious Poem by Reshma Ramesh

As you lie on the sheets so white,
I thought about the day we flew the kite.
I hold your hands old and wrinkled,
In mine, smooth firm and freckled,
These were the hands that stroked my hair,
Stitched up my life when it did tear.

I look at the wisdom filled eyes closed,
With mine bright, teary, nerves composed.
The doctors tell me you will be fine,
Very soon u are gonna rise and shine.
I wish you were at home snoring
Getting on grandma's nerves, annoying.


I stroke your soft aged fingers,
With my shaking hand, cold lingers,
Between these sterile walls i realize,
Life is too short to wear a disguise,
As I sit and pray you move and mumble,
I am relieved, overjoyed and tears tumble,
Oh God! Thank you and u made me humble.