Dear son, at your birth,
At your school admission,
At your college entrance,
At each stage of your
progress,
I beamed with pride
That I built a nest to rest
in
If and when I go invalid
Till I rather late realized,
By the time you had your
family,
That you wanted to use the
nest
To bring up your progeny.
Rather than providing me a
sanctuary.
Every old one collapses likewise.
Of course, you are my
extension.
13.06.2001
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