When she could stay with you
she decided not to
A list of ‘valid’ reasons she gave –
No better place, save
The home for the aged, she said
The one, where you felt caged
She repeated it oft
Her voice tender and soft
You listened
Your eyes glistened
She said it was tough
You knew she had done enough.
She watched you go
Out of the door
You waved goodbye
You turned around, maybe this is all a lie
A ray of hope flickered in your tired eyes
Breaking through your formidable guise
Maybe she’d ask you to stay
And wouldn’t let you walk away
But she didn’t, not that day
So you waved, ‘Goodbye’
Doing what’s best
For her and the rest
For you’ve never wanted more-
Than to watch her smile like before
And do the things she wanted to
So she does –
Penning poems
On how much she misses you.
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An emotional yet heartbreaking reality I guess…..the process ageing and parenting is just foregoing and inspite of the hardships parents face to grow up a child when they are put into homes is real heart pinching….your words weaved it so well.
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Yes Neha. Its heartbreaking. But at times nobody’s at fault except circumstances. Thank you so much for visiting my blog and writing back.
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Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented:
Smitha did an amazing job with this piece on aging. It really tugs at the heartstrings and HITS HOME.
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Thank you so much Susi for the share. Woke up to see it. It made my day. Xxx
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My pleasure, Smitha! 🙂
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This poem touched my heart so much. 😟 but beautiful. ♡♡
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This is such a bittersweet piece, Smitha. Lovely!
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Thank you so much Susi. Yes, it is…its one of those where both sides aren’t really at fault and yet…
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You are very welcome, Smitha! Life is filled with these moments. It’s as if relationships come with a prerequisite of not being easy.
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Very touching poem smi.
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I wanted to send it to you in case you didn’t read. But you found your way here 🙂
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This is such a sad poem, Smitha. I could never put my parents into a home. My mom is struggling with an arthritis attack at the moment and it is very concerning. I am thinking of getting her a wheelchair so that we can go shopping together.
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I know Robbie. At times it’s the only suitable option and its sad for both. Life does not always pan out the way one wants it. The beauty is that there is no love lost on both sides. A terrible longing though. I hope your mom gets better. And God gives you the strength to manage. Shopping is the best therapy for women 🙂 and a coffee and cake perhaps.
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