As I hung the curtains in my new home, I remembered days from years ago, When my son was small and by my side, Handing me things with joy and pride. Now he’s grown into a capable man, Taking care of things as best he can, And I find myself in a different role, Receiving help, feeling loved and whole. The tears come unbidden to my eyes, As I see the reversal of our lives, The circle of love and care complete, A bond between us that’s hard to beat. I’m grateful for the memories we share, And for the love that’s always there, As we move forward with each passing day, In a different but equally special way. So he hangs the curtains with a smile, I am thinking of my son all the while, And knowing that we’ll always be, Connected by love eternally. Anita Vij Anita's Substack is free today. But if you enjoyed this post, you can tell Anita's Substack that their writing is valuable by pledging a future subscription. You won't be charged unless they enable payments.
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