Memories.........(Written by my father!)

A little boy with,
the whole world in his eyes,
stood near the doors,
waiting for someone who cares.

Heard the feeble sound of a bike,
from a distance, joyous ever,
pressing his face on the door,
eagerly awaiting them forever.

Eyes glitter, smiles blossom,
there came his parents,
who left him in the morning,
and returning in the evening.

That moment was real, his
expressions still haunt,
though years roll out, his
parents' memories are alive....