Thank you very much Carolt… now everyone in the world can read and understand this poet… God Bless!!!
In my old age, understand and have patience with me.
When my failing eyesight causes me to drop a plate or spill soup on the table, do not scold me.
Old people are sensitive.
I indulge in self pity whenever you shout at me.
When my hearing is poor and I cannot grasp what you are saying, please don’t call me “deaf!”.
Just repeat what you said, or better yet write it down.
Be accepting of me, child.
It’s just that I am old.
When my knees have become weak, support and help me stand,
just like I guided you in your childhood when you were learning to walk.
Indulge me when I say the same things over and over again, like a broken record.
Just listen to me.
Don’t laugh or get tired of hearing what I say.
Do you remember when you were still a child?
When you wanted a balloon, you would repeat yourself over and over.
You would voice out your request til noon, until you got what you wanted.
Be patient when I am repetitive.
Be tolerant of my smell.
I smell old, I smell of earth.
Don’t force me to bathe.
My body is weak, I get sick easily when I get cold.
Do not be disgusted with me.
Do you remember when you were young?
I persistently chased you when you hid under the bed, trying to avoid a bath.
Be forgiving when I am often grouchy.
It’s probably my age.
When you grow old yourself, you will understand too.
When you have some time, let’s chat a bit- even just for a short while.
I grow bored here at home, all alone the whole day with no one to talk to.
I know you’re busy at work, but I want you to know I really miss talking with you.
Even though I know you’re not interested in my stories.
Do you remember when you were a kid, son?
I listened and tried to understand as you haltingly told stories about your teddy bear.
And when the time comes and I am ill, I hope you will not tire of caring for my bedridden self.
When I lose control of my bodily functions and make a mess of the bed, be compassionate with me.
Care for me in the final days of my life.
After all, I shall not linger much longer.
And When my end draws near, hold my hand and lend me some courage to face death.
And do not worry, when I am face to face with our Creator, I shall whisper to Him to bless you…
for you have been loving to your mother and father.
(translated from the original tagalog version by carolt.)
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