ASSET

My mother’s aging.
Here rare glimpse left me shattered.
Wrinkles near her neck,
Deep blackening eyes,
Her fast graying hairs;
Her weakened eyeballs.
All remained unnoticed,
Through all these years.
Yet her striving for caring us,
Kept pace ahead to time.
Backbone of my family,
Being taken for granted.
As backbone, till it aches.
I’ve been her asset,
Now she is mine!