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.
Very moving, and I found myself praying too that the person would recover. I love how this old person looks in your eyes- as beautiful as the eyes that behold them.
This poem is really nice as it is reflects importance of a life which is gifted to us humans by the creator of creations to whom one should surely always be thankful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent write...reminded me of my dad whomi lost recently...the very sad part is the grand parentgrand children relationship is no longer there every where...i think people who have that are blessed