The Youngest One Is The Tip. Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
The Youngest One Is The Tip.
My own son is half of my blood.
His child has only one fourth of mine.
Yet I love it more than
I loved my son as a child.
The reason is not far to seek.
I am desperate for company.
I want a constant companion.
Others are busy to neglect us both.
The grandchild is my apical meristem,
That I want to tend to preserve my root.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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