A daughter's Agony,
Seeing your parents grow old is painful indeed.
Those two faces
once young, full of smiles and cheers
gradually turn
into Times' jeers.
Memory takes its toll…
The deep crevices of the wrinkles, hold within
the truth of life's varied seasons;
The mind plays many games.
some things remembered,
most forgotten and some partially so-
The voice dims…
So does every faculty;
Yet the warm and benign presence
of the aged parents,
feels like the most comfortable and precious zone
Which, when snatched, leaves us forlorn.
Mrs. Pushpinder Kaur September 9,2016
Nice poem. we must at means protect our parents. we should not let them be in pain. their happiness is in our hands. good poem dear
This poem is dedicated to all Aged and Ageing Parents, who are the bedrock of our life; no service is adequate enough- the more we render, the lesser it is!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul-touching poetry. Beautifully written and very heartfelt. Please write more poems that resonate with human emotions so truly!