A time of immense bonding, of exclaiming our Lord’s bounty,
With the welcome of little toes and fingers, Clasping trustingly at our giant sized thumbs
A chance to nurse and be the hero,
A chance to let down your guards
And thrive on being you
To gain love in its full capacity
A family of your own
Proud but not arrogant
Responsibility and duty
Not without equal respect, joy and laughter
Your supportive arms embracing me,
We’re meant to pave the way
For our tiny little feet
To curl up in the warmth of my lap
And from there to take its foundations
For a healthy and vibrant future.
“We are vulnerable and at your mercy, my dear companion and care is what we need most.”
As I grow old, the years etched into my skin
All alone now, your little feet have grown
Into strong and solid imprints
I depend on you now
Your warmth, affection and tenderness
Keeps my heart alive.
Knowing my work is almost done
But needing some last bits of companionship
To reminisce upon the days of old
To share the twinkle in my eye with.
Not much else do I ask for
Not wishing to be a burden
Content to be returning to my Lord
“Don’t let me loose my dignity, As I kept yours in your weakness, Embrace me with gentleness my child, Keep me nestled against your heart
As I did you”.
Taken from “Qawwaamoon-Protectors and Maintainers.
By Rahmanara Chowdhury.
In love with the book!