I opened my eyes and saw her first,
She was my savior in hunger and thirst,
I cling to her till I grew
And then I wanted something new.
A passion drove me to taste and smell,
The world that they fondly call as ‘hell’,
I took my turn and did my best
But then I grew up and needed some rest.
She looked at me, a twinkle in her eye,
I could feel myself smiling, don’t know why,
I held her hand damp; said “be mine”
And then started looking for another sign.
They gave me a job and said you’re good,
I could manage the house and the food,
But then one day when boredom struck
I went back and asked “Is this my luck?”
She gave me a son to carry my name,
And with him came more money and fame,
‘A perfect life’, the tag was true
But I grew out of it, for something new
My wrinkled face and graying hair,
No other life to live in spare,
Then one day I found a pen
And began to write all over again.
From letters to words the pages grew,
And yet each time the meaning was new,
Every word I felt had a life of its own
They often spoke to me in flesh and bone.
Never before had I felt this way,
My lifelong quest found solace that day,
I felt complete with each new word
You may have read or carefully heard.
I am leaving my thoughts and words for you,
Just in case you’re looking for something new