Swapping Roles
The hardest part of growing
is witnessing the change,
that both my parents go through
while they start to grow and age.
At first it was their strength
which started to decline.
They always seemed exhausted
so I took it as a sign.
A change in eating habits
which too left me concerned.
A need of help in all they did,
Oh how the tables have turned.
And that is when it hit me,
that im no longer young.
Instead it's now my turn
to give back for all they've done.
And cherish every minute
before God takes their souls,
before it gets too late
and they'll no longer keep their roles.
They'll witness signs of aging,
one day struggle to stand.
And soon all of their duties
will fall into my hands.
I'm no longer a child,
make room for me to grow.
My parents getting older
taught me everything I know.
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