His smiling
face is constantly before me
I know it is deadly
My days are limited
Time is slipping by
I have no
time whatsoever
My hold on life is slackening
I want to grasp it firmly
want to be there
To watch him grow
To hear his praises
To guide him at every foot step
To smother him with affection
And
fondly pat him
His smiling face is constantly before me.
He is so trusting
But can I trust providence
That he will not be
Without a friend
When I am not there.
The thought evokes a tumult within me,
I feel crushed, smothered,
Unable to smile,
All the beauty in the world
lost to me
But will not my sad long face
affect his present?
Why should I give a thought to
future?
I will not think about
What ‘s not in my control,
I will not darken his days
when I am still here to witness his smile.
Whatever will be, will be.
Summoning all the strength and pasting a fragile teary smile on
the face
I answer his query “What will
be in dinner?”
Resolving to enjoy each
passing day and leave the rest in the hands of God.
They say that I need not worry
needlessly,
That everyone learns to fend
for himself,
That without me, there to
guide him at every step
He will grow into a self-sufficient person.
He will become self-reliant
and sure of himself.
They say that I should discard
this unreasonable attachment
And find peace.
I wipe my face and promise not
to cry any more,
but the thought of not being
able to care for him,
to leave him alone on the path
of life puckers my face and tears start falling involuntarily.
