Measles. Chicken Pox. Whooping Cough. The Flu. All the childhood illnesses we all went through, and there they were, looking after you. They smiled down giving you their love, reassuring, letting you know that everything was all right. They gave you strength and washed away the fear, and you felt safe knowing they were there to protect you.
How helpless they really felt, looking down, holding back the worry with a smile, a comforting word or two. How small and how frail we looked, in our fevered state, wishing the hurt would go away, feeling better just knowing they were there.
How scared and how troubled we felt when Mom or Dad were sick. Our towers of strength laid low and there was nothing we could do. Sleep was difficult, and we couldn't hide our worry as we looked down upon them.
It's even harder when you're the adult, and you're looking down with a reassuring smile; searching for words of comfort.
Is this the man, is this the woman who towered above me so, who seemed so strong and so powerful so many years ago?
Looking down you notice how small, how frail they are.
You feel so helpless, holding back the worry with a smile.
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