To My Child

by Ravinder Malhotra

So little time

So much to do,

For a little help

I reach out to you

You have your life

A busy schedule,

Full house to manage

No time to fool

There's this to do

So much of that,

To cook and sew

And wash and pat

Hard-pressed for time

To manage all,

Winter to spring

Then summer till fall

Knowing fully well

I still persist,

Load you with problem

In tiny bits

I'm sorry my dear

I'm getting old,

A firm hand I need

Like yours to hold

With trembling hands

And unsure gait,

Lead me patiently

Till sunsets gate.

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