My walking stick...

You, my walking stick,
I look at you with awe
A trusted friend and
A selfless aide
For over three decades

Everywhere that I go
You are in my front
Always taking the lead
For me to follow

As I struggle to cross
The busy roads of life
You grip my arm
In secure love, as you
Take me to the other side

When I silently cry
With unshed tears of pain
You stand upright
With compassionate confidence
Making yourself a prop

As I stumble on the ills
Of this life, groping,
You act as my eyes
Making me see what I can't

I am aging, and so are you
But never leave me
You, my walking stick,
For we are intertwined
With one another

Yes, you my walking stick,
You have a name
And you have a title,
A title called
'wife'

(Suresh Kumar, 2007)