When I Get Old


Please remember when I get old
To cover me when I get cold
If I don't seem to want to eat
A sugarless treat can taste real sweet
And if I tremble and I shake
Hold me tight so I don't break
Make sure to help me on my walk
Even if I cannot talk
If I fall and get a sprain
Check to see if I have pain
When you see I cannot drink
My time is near, that you may think
And if someday I do not wake
My love for you was no mistake

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I am the proud mother of two wonderful daughters and six grandchildren. I live in a home in Palmer Township, Easton, PA, with my husband, three small dogs and cat. I believe I was inspired to write this poem because of my beloved mother whom I cared for during her battle against breast cancer. I wanted to show the importance of taking care of your parents at a time when they become most fragile. Taking care of her before her passing left me with the peace in knowing I showed my deepest love for her on her journey back home. This poem is a tribute to my mother Julia C. Lindgren.