20 years ago these same hands
On the very road that I currently stand
Guided me and immersed in talk
Slowly and steadily i learned to walk
These same hands then held me firmly
With complete trust I let myself be
Under his watchful gaze, yet I felt at par…
Running away…but never too far
He held my hand and led the way
Gently tugging when I strayed away
Wiping my tears, soothing the swell,
Picking me up every time I fell.
Today again I slide my hands
into his which have softened by time..
Nothing is said there isn’t any need
sometimes even words cant exceed….
And we walk like those good old days…
This time me leading the way
Hand in hand we take steps together
Surprised at the way life does alter
Along the way he stumbles a bit
“am I going a bit too fast?” I think
And I slow down with my grandpa in tow
Coz he did the same…20 years ago.
-Abha Deshkar
1/9/2010.
7 comments
nice…. missing my grandpa ;(
wowwwwww!!!
so simple n yet so striking!
Dam good abby!!
Simply beautiful :’)
a great work indeed
sahi ahe
thank you guys… 🙂
Isn’t it great in its simplicity how we have a role reversal in life? How a person actually becomes older but in fact he becomes more like a child? How he has to be pampered in his old age to eat something? How you need to shout at them sometimes to make them do something?
We love to cuddle and hug our small kids. But do the same with your grandparents. The joy is much higher!
Thank you Abha for such a wonderful yet such a direct poem.hats off!