I was at my prime
When I lost the only one that was mine.
Three kids, untamed all,
Each one with their own pitfalls.
But me being me,
I did what I could have done best,
Wiping their tears,
Even when my eyes were more wet.But today, I'm 90,
Unable to talk, walk, listen, or see,
Shedding leaves like a tree.
But before I go,
I just want to try again to sow,
Sow the feeling of love,
Sow the magic of going Dutch,
Sow the importance of respecting all,
Because one day, you too, will surely fall!

© Dhruv Maheshwari