You come
Softly
by your feeble steps
to the side of my bed
partialy blind - an old age eyesight
and spread your thin fingers
on whole body mine
to feel
her aged son, little and so wide
with your delicate hands
Didn't you know
How you have been
Caring to me
from birth till,
I knew how to well up my tears
remembering
Love and kindness
Deeply; that you poured on me
Aged frailty
Sag your skin now
Weak hands take rest
Still,
I see you carving your son
Touching one part to his face
one part to his nose
Is that
How you count breath for your son's longevity
or, to gasp your last puff
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