Every person close to us is unique. Truly irreplaceable, however, are parents. Parents are the horizon of our existence even when we have grown up. Like the horizon, infinite is their influence. Like the horizon, they circumscribe us. Like the horizon, they always appear accessible. Yet distant we feel from our own selves after their demise. Yes, whatever be your age, losing a parent creates a void that is difficult to define!
Hence here are a few images to understand and appreciate our parents!
Program of our life! If Father is the hardware, Mother is the software. No virus vitiates ever the run of this perfected programming!
Ambush they are against every attack, direct or indiscreet, that may hit us. Their guerrilla tactics in thus saving us from dangers, palpable and/or invisible, are unmatchable.
Round table they provide us throughout our lives. At this 'round table', never have they any precedence (like King Arthur's), and yet are they the fulcrum around which is organised the meet.
Earth-like they are in their countless forgiveness-es of all our transgressions of all types.
Never ever they want anything in return except iotas of love we dole out in our 'busy' lives. The parental (and, yes, the sibling, too) is the only relationship without any expectations of 'return gifts', though every day is a 'birth day' in a way.
Tree-like parents are, forever giving (and forgiving, too), joy, shelter, beauty, the list is endless.
Solitary they never let us feel. Our unspoken griefs easily they guess-n-grasp. With a gentle pat ease they our unshed tears.
Whatever be our age, however much may we think of ourselves a sage, the loss of parents is a grief we never can gauge, as they alone with our entire being engage!
Pratima@ This acrostic encomium is dedicated to and celebrates my parents whose birth anniversaries are on March 18 (Papa's. Ever the first to bear every brunt!) and March 19 (Aai's. Ample and abundant is the very word!).
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