MOM AND DAD

A Poem for Today - July 3, 2014

My child,

When I get old,

I hope you’ll understand

and have patience with me
in case I break the plate,

or spill soup on the table

because I’m losing my eyesight,

I hope you don’t yell at me.

Older people are sensitive,

always having self pity

when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse

and I can’t hear what you’re saying,

I hope you don’t call me ‘Deaf!’
Please repeat what you said

or write it down.

I’m sorry, my child.
I’m getting older.

When my knees get weaker,

I hope you have the patience

to help me get up.

Like how I used to help you

while you were little,

learning how to walk.

Please bear with me,

when I keep repeating myself

like a broken record,

I hope you just keep listening to me.
Please don’t make fun of me,

or get sick of listening to me.

Do you remember

when you were little

and you wanted a ballon?

You repeated yourself over and over

until you get what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell.

I smell like an old person.

Please don’t force me to shower.
My body is weak.
Old people get sick easily

when they’re cold.

I hope I don’t gross you out.

Do you remember when you were little?

I used to chase you around

because you didn’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me

when I’m always cranky.

 It’s all part of getting old.

You’ll understand when you’re older.

And if you have spare time,

I hope we can talk

even for a few minutes.
I’m always all by myself all the time,

and have no one to talk to.

I know you’re busy with work.

Even if you’re not interested in my stories,

please have time for me.

Do you remember when you were little?

I used to listen to your stories

about your teddy bear.

When the time comes,

and I get ill and bedridden,

I hope you have the patience

to take care of me.

I’m sorry if I accidentally

wet the bed or make a mess.
I hope you have the patience

to take care of me

during the last few moments of my life.
I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.
When the time of my death comes,

I hope you hold my hand

and give me strength to face death.

And don’t worry…
When I finally meet our creator,

I will whisper in his ear to bless you.

Because you loved your Mom and Dad.

Thank you so much for your care.

We love you.

With much love,

Mom and Dad

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