You carried me
inside your body
Brought me forth
to this world,
I was told.
You fed me, held
me
I snuggled
instinctively.
You held me, drew
me close,
I reciprocated,
sought you out,
I remember.
And so it went
on, till
Topsy-turvy teen
age and
the incipient
moustache on my upper lip
made me shun and
even protest against
any physical display of affection.
A little later
there were none at all.
I grew in to
manhood and you into middle age.
Then came
marriage and fatherhood followed
And too soon,
middle age is here for me.
Your passage to
old age, was it easy
Or painful, I did
not have time
To find out, or
probably the inclination.
I have come a
full circle
And sometimes
long for your healing touch
On my scalp, my
face
Where life has
etched many lines, left many scars
In its wake- Maa.
