Dear Son,
The day that I am old, have patience and try to understand me.
If I get dirty while eating, if I cannot dress, have patience. Remember the hours I spent teaching the same thing to you.
If, when I speak to you and I repeat the same thing thousand and one times, do not interrupt me. Remember the times when I had to read the same story to you a thousand and one times until you get to sleep while you were young.
When I do not want to have a shower, neither shame nor scold me. Remember the times when I had to chase you around in order to get you to bathe not too long ago.
When you see my ignorance with new technologies, give me time and not your mocking smile.
When at some moment I lost my memory and the thread of our conversation, allow me some time to get my memories back. If I cannot, do not be frustrated with me for the most important thing is not the conversation but having you listening to me.
When my tired legs do not allow me to walk, lend me your support for it was not so long ago when I lend you my hands during your first few steps.
Some day you will discover that despite my failures, I always wanted the best thing for you and I tried my best to pave the way for you. Try to understand me and support me as I had shown you when you started living. Help me to walk, help me end my path with love and patience. I will pay you by a smile and the immense love that I always have for you.
I love you son,
Your father.
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8 comments:
such a sweet poem. almost depressing.
Are you the same anonymous?
what anonymous are you talking about? This is the first I posted on your blog. Good writing and interesting.
Thanks!
Why so many anonymous in my blog!? Why why?!?
Identify yourselves! Please!
I have no blogger account therefore I must remain anonymous. A little about myself, female New Yorker, student studying elementary education. Hope to graduate soon. Keeping my fingers crossed, ha.
Wow! Interesting! I would love to go back to school..
Good luck for your studies :)
Hey New Yorkerette, you can still assume an identify without a Blogger account.
Hmm, erectile dysfunction.. no wonder you are back.
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