To My Little Prince....With Love, Mom! Poem by Smrithi Padmakumar

Oldage is the second phase of childhood.Many often forget this because they fail to think about the feelings of those old people! What do these people feel-
when their children, whom they nurtured, hurt them with words and deeds later; when they are being looked upon as a burden by their own kids! This modern people feels ashamed to look after them, and they finally dropp their old parents in oldage homes...Thats the worst of all pains! ! ! And here I am jotting down the feelings of a Mother, who feels sad about herself, seeing her son, about her old age! And here it is...


To my little prince....With love, Mom!

Time is here,
I'm moving on-
towards the light,
the path to glory!

My child!
I know,
You're sad,
seeing my fate!

Years and
years before,
when,
you were a kid,
you held my hands
and
walked with me
through this corridor!

And now
Its hard-
to lift me
and
make me walk!

My child!
I know,
You're sad,
seeing my fate!

When
you were a kid,
you went on
telling something
again
and again
till you got it!

And now
when I do it.
my child,
I'm scared of-
everyone's laughter!
I'm sad-
to hear it!

When
you were a kid,
I loved
to be with you-
round the clock-
to see your smile!

And now-
I know
its hard for you-
to look after me
all the time!

Once,
when you were a kid
you woke up,
in your sleep,
shivering,
seeing a monster,
in your nightmare;
I hugged you
till you-
got back to
slumber!

I know-
I'm dirty now!
I smell old too
because,
I'm so!

When
you were a kid,
you came to me,
with all the filthy mud-
I just smiled at you!
'You were naughty! '

And now-
I'm sorry!
My child!
I'm old.
Your Mom is old!

I don't
want to die
because
I want to see you
live hapily
forever!
I want to be with
my grandson!

But
I'm old!
And
I can't bear
if you give me
a vague look!

I feel sorry dear!
But,
I love you so much,
my child!
You are still,
my little prince!

Love, Mom!