I Write - XXV

So caught up are we
In this whole jamboree
Of day-to-day life
And "who said what to me"
We lose persepctive
And take for granted
Those who are around and will forever be.

Parents and siblings
Fade away in the crowd
Until in pain we scream out loud
And when we see
Everyone else walk the other way
The only ones by our side
Are those who,
While we tossed and turned
Or paced up and down
Or curled up tight or concentrated with a frown,
Held our hand, soothed our brow
And with us, stayed up all night.

And in belated celebration
Of these everlasting relations,

I write.