Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Once Upon a Time!

Watching this old snap when I was born, how his firm hands held us tight and his calm touch vanished our fears.

I watched Pa resting on the rocking chair, the robust personality withered with age & Parkinson.

His deep voice held thousand people but now he could be hardly heard.

Once he held me whenever I stumbled while learning to walk.

It was a joyous moment when he taught me to walk but now my heart comes into my mouth when I ask him to take one step at a time & balance his gait.

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  1. However sad it might be, it is a reality of life. Enjoy your time with him though!

  2. yes...truth is bitter pill and at times, we have to swallow without water...Thanks

  3. it's sad, its bitter yet its beautiful
    very nice ila