Their shoulders were bent
with troubles that were mine
i stood tall in front of them
not knowning the reason behind
they lulled me to sleep
with stories and tales
inspite of a million troubles
they alone fought through the hard times...
when after a tiring week dad came home
i remember how i peeped into his suitcase
for gifts and chocolates he must have got
i remember how he never disappointed...
i know how hard it was for me
at the age of thirteen to say goodbie
but i could see the tears they were holding back
as they wiped mine..
today i am an adult
free to fly
but still when i fall
they inspire me to try again...
when at times i give up
they are the one to hold my hand
they stare into my scared eyes
assuring me that theirs a better end...
