As you lie on the sheets so white, <br />I thought about the day we flew the kite. <br />I hold your hands old and wrinkled, <br />In mine, smooth firm and freckled, <br />These were the hands that stroked my hair, <br />Stitched up my life when it did tear. <br /> <br />I look at the wisdom filled eyes closed, <br />With mine bright, teary, nerves composed. <br />The doctors tell me you will be fine, <br />Very soon u are gonna rise and shine. <br />I wish you were at home snoring <br />Getting on grandma's nerves, annoying. <br /> <br /> <br />I stroke your soft aged fingers, <br />With my shaking hand, cold lingers, <br />Between these sterile walls i realize, <br />Life is too short to wear a disguise, <br />As I sit and pray you move and mumble, <br />I am relieved, overjoyed and tears tumble, <br />Oh God! Thank you and u made me humble.<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-so-precious/
