To my loved ones…: A poem 

I make no promises 

of laughter 

and whatever comes thereafter 

In the walk of life together 

and the contrasting pebbles we gather 

our childhood plays forever 

I make no assurances 

of the material rewards for love 

For it rains from above 

The humble umbilical cord 

is the most supreme award 

It extends long and broad 

And the mementos, of the journey, we cherish 

have made us all the more rich 

Lest we forget which 

The blood of parental legacy 

is thicker and sweeter than honey 

There is no equivalent in money 

It is that little moment in eternity 

that bridges all destiny