I remember the time long back when
You taught me balance that red bike
You said you would hold and never let go
I trusted you well and the ride was great
I was soaring and turned back to smile
To see far away with sparkles in your eyes
I collapsed and stones pierced through
You were the first to come running to me
But not the one to kiss my bruises
You looked stern and said it was alright
Forced me ride many more times
I slept on my wetted pillow that night.
A tear glistens again in my eye corners-
The firmness was a way of showing love
Had your own point in making me tough..
As I recall those days, I understand,
How I’ve never loved you enough,
Loved like you did, like you well deserved.
You were ready to let me fly then
When I wasn’t sure if I was ready
Back as a kid, you told me I had grown
To take care of myself and my things
Now that I badly want to take wing,
Take my own decisions about the world,
You hold me back and say I am a kid.
If those hardened bruises taught me to ride,
The ones I might make will teach me to survive.
I still am rude and say you are pushy
It’s the holy tear that drops again
When I think how I’ve never loved you enough
Loved like you did, like you well deserved.
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