If I should fall
Will you help me stand ?
For my soul is weary now
My great days are gone.
I who once cradled you
My strength now declines
Much as a long day
Drawing to a close.
And if I should say..children
I can no longer stand
Will you take my hand
And cradle me ?
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On one level I like the simplicity and your usual polish.
But please, don't put it on your offspring. I've seen too many daughters and sons (but mostly daughters) have the middle part of their lives curtailed by the demands of ageing parents.
i would never burden my kids with it, I meant it on a more spiritual level
Here in Italy there is an enormous respect between parents and their children it's almost incredible to see. Parents help their children buy homes and set up their lives and then they also take care of the grandchildren and when it's time to help out our parents we do it with great gratitude and pride. I've always been amazed of the love we have over here and great respect for eachother. A great subject ❤️
Its nice to see such love and loyalty but I dont like young lives being put on hold for the old, I meant it more on a spiritual level
That's the point there is no hold at all. At Least here.
a great culture much to be admired
Your write hits home, as my daughters have discussed this with my wife and I. They don't fight over who will take care of us, as I wouldn't want that on any one, but each one of them think we will be with that one. I recognize the spiritual aspect of this write and clearly identify with it.
many thanks for your kind words
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