Sunday, July 17, 2011

Ride to reversal

She kept asking me questions,
about places we were driving by,
and whenever she got it right,
sat back with a contented sigh.

Then claiming she was hungry,
looked through what we had bought.
Not liking any thing that was there,
complained, that her likes we forgot.

With some coaxing and cajoling,
she reluctantly did agree,
grumbling that for the next time,
things she liked there better be.

Mid way through the complaints,
everything seemed to fall all quiet.
Glancing round, I saw her,
asleep, slumped slightly to the side.

As we reached, she did wake.
and sit up with a start.
She got out of the vehicle then,
and walked slowly down the cobbled path.

Watching her move slowly away,
a thought struck me there and then.
Sleep, food, rest and other habits,
she had taught me, what and when.

With time, we had indeed done a flip,
the 'mother' now, had been once the child.
Roles reversed, her welfare now,
seemed for me to decide.

Maybe rooted in that childhood,
were seeds of things to come.
The echoes of what you once were told,
now just repeated in a rhythmic hum.

Teaching you to handle life,
do they lose a grip on their own?
Does a parent become a child again,
when their child is fully grown?

1 comment:

  1. So poignantly put. The role reversal is tough on both.... them and us. Seeing smeone who was so in command of a situation become a shadow of their former self, we reluctantly and patiently have to take up the new role.

    Very beautifully written. Have you approached a publisher?



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