Should I?

Should I not?

Should I?
Should I not?
In between my life oscillates. 

Tomorrows

I am walking
Along the sands
No those footprints
Would  be washed off
By the waves of  time.
I would  have splintered
Into millions of fragments.

Blown out into a nonentity....
As you sink me into the currents
To sway with essence of the silvery sheets
Dancing to the rhythm of a neverending journey.

The bitterness, the resentment,

  can't be a burden then,

though it aches now,
For me to breathe.
 No more restraints
To be tied down to. 

No traces ....

Not even my

footprints ...

A parent's monologue

My children ... would soon outgrow my arms and my embrace
Wandering into plains
Awaiting their footprints.
They grow
So do the expression of disparities
Grow between us.

He would soon be
twenty and still more
As he walks,
slams doors between us
Arguments spilling out into an ugly scene
... hormones...

teens, they say.
They grow,

and so do our concerns,
Their shackles,
They break free.

And yet my heart is tied

To a moment.

How so tiny was he
Wrapped in white.
When the nurse
Brought him to my arms
And those teeny wee little fingers,
Closed tightly into a fist.
The warm kiss I breathed onto his forehead,
Afraid I might hurt him,

Still afraid he might hurt himself
And my arms
Won't be there to hold
Him anymore.
Let him
Learn as he falls
For am afraid
I won't
Last his lifetime
To hold him.

Arguments or no arguments.