youth and pride

your skin, once porcelain smooth,
was now wrinkled and marred,
debilitated by the merciless embrace of time

yet your eyes illuminated with such intense fervour,
when you reminisced about the past
of those achievements you had in your youth

such passion ignited
when you elucidated on those successes,
the little anachronisms you described

whilst i listened intensely,
coveting to be with you back in those glory days,
as i watched your small frame quivering with each word

but then, your eyes softened when you caught my gaze,
the smallest of smile playing upon your lips,
as you whispered barely audibly

‘you, my child, is my true pride.’