One day when I look into the mirror and no longer see the youth,
Would you still recognize me for who I am?
One day when I no longer can hold the spoon,
Would you have the patience and help nourish me?
One day when I realize I could not walk,
Would you hold my hand and help me with my steps?
One day when I cry of no reason,
Would you hand me a tissue and wipe my tears?
One day when I laugh with a weak heart,
Would you be there to share the laugh with me?
One day when I can’t fall asleep at night,
Would you sit beside and tell me a tale?
One day when I re-enter childhood,
Would you care for me as I have for you all my life?
One day when I fall ill,
Would you be there to help me through?
One day when I open my eyes and couldn’t remember your name,
Would you hug and console me and tell me everything is fine?
One day and that one day will definitely arrive, when I am old,
Would you still accept me whole heartedly?
And lastly, One day on my death bed,
Would you be there to bid me farewell?
Penned by Alexandar Ang
Friday, January 30, 2009
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