The hands that rocked the cradle

When you watch their gentle angelic face,
You cannot wait but embrace
The wrinkled skin, yet the gleaming teary eyes
Reminds you of the times they’ve struggled in life.

The happiness they feel on seeing you near,
Just reflects how they miss their loved ones so dear.
Your presence for a while, fills them with so much joy
How double would that be, if that were their very own boy.

The rickety legs and the rough skin of their hands,
Brings to mind, the reason why they have been banned.
As they age and turn pale, like a withering flower
A plea that God bless and give them some extra power.

Old age with its ill health brings sufferings and sorrow
but not as much as being alone and living hollow.
When there is no one to stand by, not much can you do
but, among many, is the only hope of living with someone you knew.

Amidst all the pain and deep filled sadness,
Is still the desire to live long in that loneliness.
“Why here, what did we do”? Is a question they seek answers for
they go all unheard and unanswered, but life moves on for sure.

The love of a mother towards her child,
So unconditional and so very kind
They still call out to them with a heavy but generous heart
But whose listening and will play their part .

Life then teaches to pause and look back at the days,
at the many moments when you've not lived the right way.
Come time, when you start to age looking all old and grey
May you just be lucky and not experience this, is what I pray.

Life gives back at what you do, that we all know
May we fear a little, be wise and with humility grow.
The old hands that took care of thee
Are the reason of your living so free.
They are not objects to be sold for a penny
they are the hands that rocked your cradle, giving up desires and dreams, oh so many...