My parents weigh more.

I shall weep, approaching death,
That my parents aren’t there
To nurse me and sooth me.
None else could assure me.
I shall weep, approaching death,
That I will not be there
To nurse and sooth my children
When they weep approaching death.
Who else could have that much
Interest that parents could display?
My children don’t equal
My parents to care about me.
15.09.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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