Years ago, I saw the boy in the balcony,
As he stared down at the world below.
He saw me leaving home each morning,
And reaching home each evening.
Years passed, and I noticed the boy in the balcony,
He saw me as I learnt to ride a bicycle,
And as I learnt to braid my hair,
And how to watch out for naughty boys.
Years later, I didn’t see the boy in the balcony,
He didn’t see me lose my friends,
Or get married, and then divorced,
Or see me cry, and sit depressed and blank.
Years passed, and I forgot the boy in the balcony,
Because I had other things to think about,
Like finding a new job and career,
Caring for my parents and family,
Finding a way to get back into love.
Years have passed, the boy in the balcony is gone,
A man stands in front of me, a boy no longer,
A twinkle in his eye, warmth in his smile,
Gentle in his touch, soft in his voice.
It’s been years since he was a boy in the balcony,
And now he watches as I stand back on my feet,
Strong again, happy again, as I rise again.
I see the pride in his eyes, once in a while,
When I imagine him still up there on the balcony.
Aviv Nair
1/12/2013
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