Aura
Father told me how to walk and talk,
Now I take his hand to walk.
I remind him how to talk.
He knows no words, I teach him.
He doesn't remember the time.
The time is gone.
Once, he was a father.
Once I was the child he never taught.
Once he took my hand to walk to the park.
Today, I take his arm to go downstairs.
He taught me words I couldn't understand them, but now I teach him words to remember.
He said to me as child, make a wooden cup for the grandpa because he is old and he will breake it. I thought that maybe he has to make a special one for him for not to be broken.
My mind changed, and I met my mum, who told me.
Never change your principles and take his hand when he won't be able to even walk.
That will make your aura to be pure and your hand will be taken as you deserve.
Copyright © Maria Fernandez-Garcia | Year Posted 2022
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