Sonnet: Unreturned Love

Whatever parents did for us when young, A faint memory only remains with us; What sacrifices they did are unsung; One old, we can’t give them even a truss! How much of time they spent in rearing us! How much of tender loving care they gave! How much they slogged for us without a fuss! How much they trained us to nicely behave! And yet what gratitude do we return? We can’t look after them in old-age too; Sometimes, we fail to take even their urn; We simply say, “What only can we do? ” Is this the love we pay back our parents? Our attitude to elders is nonsense! 8-21-2001