As he crawls slowly towards you, and then faster,
Don’t you crawl towards him too?
As he tries to stand, fumbles and reaches out to you to stop from falling…
Don’t you reach out to him too?
As he takes his first steps, and stumbles a little,
Don’t you stumble a bit too?
And as he cries out sweet nothings, and speaks to you…
Don’t you speak to him too?
As he cries in pain, in hunger, or just because…
Don’t you feel the tinge too?
And as he laughs at the most silly things,
Don’t you laugh with him too?
As a parent, you are with him at every step,
every tear, every smile, and every breath
then why do things change, as time passes by
why don’t you laugh with him, why don’t you cry
Why don’t you hug him and hold him close, whispering his name in his ear
Why are you so afraid of showing love, what is your fear?
We lament on why kids grow up and space creeps in
but why don’t we see the obstinance that seeps in
into our thoughts, words and actions, in the way we grow apart
why? isn’t he the same beautiful heart?
A piece of you, a part of your own
is he really meant to disown?
children advance in years, and remain kids no more
but that is the way of life, so don’t be too sore
be a pal, a confidant, a companion and rediscover
the way you looked at him as a child, all the love you would shower,
It is never too late to change, to amend
be a parent, but don’t forget to be his true friend…