HE

He wrapped tiny fist around
His one giant wrinkled finger
What might he thinking looking at
No wonder, if it was support…….

Crawling on knees too cute to handle
Hall like adventure in battlefield to the tiny soldier
brother in arm on his giant knee too, there
No wonder, if it was support…….

He babbled first word out
Mam’ma, mom, mother always that
Walked on feet though toppled
came forward that strong hand, No wonder, if it was support…….

He cried and demanded two wheels
Yet never knew how to drive
then was seated on throne, he barely paddling
He was running, chasing, No wonder, if it was support…….

Hide and seek in home never great idea
Hiding behind his straight back always his smart
The greatest place ever to disappear from plight
No wonder, if it was support…….

No! always and repeated answers from mom
Dare he wanted to do, thereon
A blink from him sign of escape
No wonder, if it was support…….

College fees never an issue to him
His smile meant everything to him
His dreams are priceless, he still thought
No wonder, if it was support…….

His achievements were his greatest pride
Payback to bent broken back he received
His smile. And tears in his eyes
No wonder, if it was support…….

Now his thin weak wrinkled fist
Wrapped around his dark strong fingers
Tears in eyes barely able to clench the fist
No wonder, this time if he needs support……