Nostlagia Poem by krishna kumar

I remember carrying you to the school On my shoulders for the first day
Time has passed by but it appears
As if those happened yesterday

In every morning I will wake you up,
And give you a clean bath
In every evening you rushed from the school With the ink stains over your dirty cloth

All these days went like this
And up to this things are just the same
But I knew these days are going
As fast as they came

I can understand that I am growing older
And I worry I could not carry you anymore on my shoulder
When I see the first Grey hair on your head
I realize, from now you are never going to be a kid