Tiny footsteps heard down the hall <br />A mature female voice echoes along the wall <br />“Come on! It is time for a bath! ” <br />But you kept on running until you stumbled as an aftermath <br />Icy droplets of snuffle landed on her arm <br />As she clasped and let you feel warm <br />A faint smile on your innocent lips <br />As she laid you down into the balmy dips <br /> <br />You lost your appetite and did not want to eat <br />But still she uncomplainingly convinced to take it <br />Tantrums visited the child <br />As he stomped his feet, immature and wild <br /> <br />A thousand tomorrows after <br />These shall for eternity matter <br />Memoirs were long ago <br />But should not forego <br /> <br />Years of studying gone by <br />Precious time you can never buy <br />Distinct lines on her face are completely visible <br />It was so astounding how changes are so discernible <br /> <br />After he was taken care of with her utmost ability <br />It is now his turn to keep his responsibility <br />Of not forgetting to respect and love her <br />To chase her patiently for a bath moreover, <br />To unwearyingly feed her without raising a pitch <br />And to give her medicines, and that in her life his niche <br /> <br />You were so busy growing up and moving with the hasty pace <br />You forgot who was finishing the race <br />In her old age, drifting slowly from day to day <br />Longing for the sweet words you would say <br />She is not asking you to pay <br />A simple gesture of love is okay<br /><br />Amber Goldfields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-final-race/
