Your hands shake a bit, but they are as steady as a rock when they smooth my hair down as I sleep.
Your voice is thinner now, but the most soothing sound I could ever hear.
Your eyes are rheumy but look at me with such total love and devotion, I can pick myself and walk on again with the strength you give me.
You make me feel hopeful just by being there with your calm, comforting presence.
I wish I could put my head down in your lap and cry my eyes out. But I dare not do that. I dare not scare you. You are too old, too fragile.
You make me realise I have to be as strong for my child, as you have been for me.
I cant let either of you down.