POSTCARD TO A PARENT Ft. Sadee Radhika

If someday you feel like growing different
Or decide to give up on things
If you feel quiet or need to speak
To your mind but not your child
I’ll be there
As a person who doesn’t know you
but there to heal you.

If the next morning sun doesn’t rise
And darkness rides the knight
If you feel like crying
Or have lost your sight
I’ll be there
To fix your parts and
Mend your broken golden heart.

If you’re unsure about the future
Or maybe of your sixties
If the changing seasons change you
And the mirror threatens you
I’ll be there
With a shoulder to lean on
And hands to move on.

If your smile turns into worries
Of my siblings and me
If you’re unsure
Of our failures and winnings
Trust me,
You’ll be there
And you’ll see us grow in beauty
Like you’d always dreamt it would be.

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