2/20/12

OLD

when I am old, and my knees are too weak to carry me walk, I would still love to walk a little with a cane, and each morning I would cover my shoulders with a shoal that I knitted during afternoons...

I would have a rocking chair of rattan in my veranda and wear my thick eye glasses, my hair would be a bun or gray and white streaks, my skin would be a little wrinkled and a little aged, I would have a glass of water or milk at my side...

I would see the sun rising from the east, and the early morning breeze would tell me that I have yet another morning to see...I would feel the tender warmth of the sunshine on my skin, I would see children running around, or going to school, or with their parents strolling, carrying brown pan de sal bags, and I would remember my lovely childhood....

I would not eat much the whole day, but keep myself crocheting and knitting, or listening to my youth's songs...and I would remember my youth...

My days would be filled with prayer of gratitude and happiness that I have yet another wrinkled, happy minute to see this world...