Parents

Like toys on car dashboard -

they look today,

cornered in a room -

frail, emaciated, tired, 

ailing, drained:

my Parents.

Together they are

but half a people now.

Are they, 

I ruminate,

who raised

these robust bodies?

...

Clearly, Life doesn't add up.

Until everything crashes us all -

we, the bobbleheads.