A
baby makes its way out of its mother’s womb,
Lets
out its first sound,
A
cry of fear and astonishment at the sight of the new world,
The
mother clutches her baby, and it calms down,
For
the baby, the mother’s affectionate caress is all that matters,
And
for the mother, the satisfied silence of the baby is all that matters.
There
cometh the 3rd birthday of the child,
Clown
hats and the din of the plastic drums,
Cakes
and treats spread all around,
There
walks in a hairy teddy bear,
Brought
in by Mama and Dada from the next room,
But
unnoticed, they stand still, ‘cause for the child the toy is all that matters,
And
for them, the smile on their sweet angel’s face is all that matters.
Next
in the journey of life is the first day at school,
A
new uniform makes young John look dashing,
Alas,
teary-eyed he walks away from Mummy and Daddy,
Into
the confines of the school,
But
they stand still without comforting him,
For
them, the need for him to grow independent is all that matters,
However,
for him, their absence is all that matters.
Running
past goes life, and brings up the last day in school,
There
stands John, with his friends in tow,
Decked
up in a posh suit, one of his dad’s,
He
comforts them all, and promises to remain in contact,
Yet
he feels his world changing, and emptying,
For
them all, their friendship and the change of time is all that matters.
The
taxi speeds through the driveway,
With
a single figure in the back,
Sorrowful
about his departure, yet desiring his growth,
The
old couple on the doorstep waits till the yellow speck disappears,
John
waits till the vehicle stops, expectant and excited, yet scared,
For
him, his new beginning is all that matters,
For
them, their son is all that matters.
The
hectic life is disturbed, and the sky falls down,
As
there is a major disruption,
There
walks out Dad, all of a sudden,
Ripped
out of life, which had no worries,
Nor
any major tensions,
Weeping
like never before, they sit on the doorstep consoling each other,
For
them, the others shoulder as a support for their grief is all that matters.
Getting
back from this bump in life,
There
comes a new chapter, with John walking off to work,
Touching
his Mother’s feet, and relishing the smile on her face,
While
she blesses him, as she always does,
She
holds him to her chest,
For
John, her support and love is all that matters,
For
beloved Mother, his care and respect for her is all that matters.
A
month later drops in the courier, with flowers and a package in hand,
And
there rings the phone and the doorbell,
It’s
John, about a gift, and about something he has just earned,
Something
wished for by Esteemed Mother,
She
smiles in his absent presence,
Though
the waves of happiness pass through,
For
her, his thought for her is all that matters,
For
him, her smile is all that matters.
Again
rings the phone, John’s this time,
It’s
Jane, with her sweet voice,
Calling
him, and making time linger till they go out together,
Yet
he smiles, and keeps his patience,
For
him, the slow passage of time in between is all that matters,
And
for her, his affection is all that matters.
Dressed
in white, they wait in front of the congregation,
It’s
smiles galore, and the sweet fragrance of love spreads,
There
sits Mother in the front row,
Nostalgic
about a similar moment of her life,
Yet
happy for John,
The
pair tightens their grip on each other’s hands and gazes lovingly at the other,
As
they consent in holy matrimony,
And
for them their love for each other is all that matters;
For
dreamy-eyed Mother, the change is all that matters.
Tears
fall down John’s cheeks,
Now
of happiness,
As
another angel prances into his life,
Lovely
baby Sarah, with her petite baby face,
Pampered
and adored, she takes over his life, and rules over it,
‘Cause
for her, Pa is all that matters,
And
for the rejuvenated John, his little angel is all that matters.
Another
bump slows down life,
As
Mother walks off to be with revered Father,
Her
absence leaving behind a black hole,
The
sudden loss of mother’s love, her grandmotherly care and her continuous warmth,
For
the three of them, that’s all that matters.
The
clocks races forward,
And
taking life with it in tow,
Business
has prospered and Sarah has grown,
Jane
now colors her hair, and John sits at home,
Golf
here and newspapers there,
He
remembers his life,
For
him, the smiles he has collected and given to others is all that matters.
Viewing
a documentary, alone at home,
John
drinks his daily dose of beer,
Munching
on a packet of chips,
He
dozes off, a mile-long smile on his face,
Never
to wake up again, nor to see the grief on the faces,
For
them, his departure and their blurred future is all that matters,
But
for him, there is now nothing which matters.
