truest love

Our parents are getting old and we can’t do anything about it

The circle of time is taking its turn

As it always does

And we can’t do anything about it

We remember our childhood, how we were the center of their universe

How the first step taken, first word spoken

Became a memory etched in their canvas as they unlocked us, by locking themselves

How gentle were their love

How sacred were their acts

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