She felt complete,
when tiny hands touched her
A smile crept on her face
Life seemed beautiful
Days were passing away like a waterfall
Those hands weren't tiny anymore
A part of her own flesh, was
growing infront of her eyes
She was making countless memories
Happiness was beyond to describe
As time passed, She was getting old and weak
Though her love and care didn't change a bit
But she was becoming useless slowly
The part she thought of her own, was no longer her
Life seemed so brutal
When those tiny hands abandoned her
Her tears filled eyes were fading in the twilight of life
As she accepted her brutal reality with a heavy heart.


© Abigail David