What Did I Do?

What did I do to get out of your life, when I am in every frame of your life? As a fetus, you kicked and turned, I was there in that frame, carrying you. As an infant you were fragile and helpless, I remember I was there as well. As an aimless toddler, before stumbling down, the hands that carried you, were mine. During all your school activities, the beating heart that prayed for your success, During minor and major exams and interviews, the eyes that woke up before you, Had I been there in those frame? I was there in every frame of your life, I will be there in every frame of my grandchildren, If you both let. Until then my child, explore the new things. This poem is dedicated to the parents who miss their children who have gone for further education, work commitments and other reasons as well.