When I pushed my Grandson's Pram <br />I do remember now what I told; <br />Sorry, I have no any regrets my son <br />I am proud that you're being a Pilot! <br />And I know that you have a limited time of Freedom <br />When that Exists suddenly you run to your nest <br />I understand the Ladybird waits for you. <br />Your poor Grandma also old now <br />And she struggles to pass a silky thread <br />Through eye of the needle! <br />And I too already threequarter senile <br />But still I remember your name my son. <br />If you find a better place in your flying career <br />Which is not in the given map, <br />Your poor Grandma and the jigsaw Grandpa <br />Could have wait for a while at a stopover <br />Until your pretty Alloy-bird safely lands! <br /> <br />* To the poetess Unwritten Soul [PH] in gratitude!<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonny-one-day-you-too-push-me-when-i-struggle-on-my-wheelchair/
