Retrospects
I am older than my parents were
When they were young.
In innocence of youth they met,
And song of their love was sung.
They welcomed me with tenderness
And watched me grow.
My funny ways gave much delight,
My sister's too.
As time passed by they bore the pain
Of doubt and heartache,
In the way I too have toiled
And struggled on life's pathway.
Hence love and comprehension grow
And help me seeing
As a parent sees their child
And care for their well-being.
Now I follow in their steps
And into history,
Their lives and ways enduring in me,
A genetic mystery,
Passed in vestiges to kin
Who step into my shoes,
And lead their lives therein.
How will they see me?