I Once Swam...

I feel I’ve reached the age when I start to see others fading away The old get ill The young get old It’s as if I’m trying to Grip water with my bare hands No matter how hard I try, It pours out and leaves A transparent stain on my skin My grandmother’s voice is frail and distant My grandfather’s eyes have sagged His pride seems weakened These people whom I have come to love Not because they are family but because they have earned my love They carry with them the only feeling of home That I’ve ever felt… My only sense of belonging What happens when I lose that? What happens when I don’t have anyone to remind me of who I am? Or where I come from? Or what I stand for? What happens when I find myself homeless and alone? With nothing but a distant memory Like drops of water on my hands To remind me of the River I once swam in...