A Request from Me to You
Please watch after me
as a caring mother would her child
even after I have died and am gone.
Bring calla lilies to my grave,
and dust off my gravestone
when it lies there utterly alone.
Should I live long and be ancient
with moles, wrinkles, aches and pains
And become wholly apathetic:
Just kiss me on the forehead again and again,
and work your hands to massage my troubling crick.
But never, never pity me when I am sick.
For now while I am young
with little discretion and knowledge,
while I am still a dreamer...
Do not be sorrowed when I fail.
When I do wrong, do not be bitter.
Just guide me in every endeavor
and watch after me, for ever and ever.
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