Time, the merciless friend

Each time I'm back I see a different face.
Her body is fading out with time,
And it's a hard thing to embrace.

She's seen me since the age of zero,
Always there to hold my tiny hands.
Just like any child would, I call her my 'hero.'

There's not much time left ticking,
Time is a merciless friend.
She sleeps, and time keeps slipping-

Away from her, and I know she knows,
She accepts this cruel reality,
She wouldn't mind to go.

Old age- a heavy, monotonous burden
Mother nature is beautiful yet cruel,
She awaits the final curtain in silence,
With nothing left uncertain.