If we live to be a hundred and three…Submitted by: staysupl8r2scrap
Best friends we still will be.
If we live to be a hundred and three…Submitted by: staysupl8r2scrap
Best friends we still will be.
A Grandmother's Prayer
Oh Lord, I do not ask for much,Submitted by: Ladybeth
Eternal beauty, or youth, or such.
Just give me a little hand to hold,
And I'll forget that I'm growing old.
I do not ask for cloudless skies,
A life that's free from tears and sighs.
Just give me a little face to kiss,
And anxious moments will turn to bliss.
For what is there, really, that means so much
As little hands that reach and touch,
As little eyes that search and see
Only the best in fragile me?
So let me grow more loving and wise
By looking at life through their wide eyes.
For through these little ones, you have given
This grateful grandmother a glimpse of Heaven.
A Poem For Those Over 50
A computer was something on TVSubmitted by: scrap-happy-mom
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.
Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.
Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.
Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You'd be in jail for awhile.
Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.
Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider's home
And a virus was the flu.
I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they'll wish they were dead.
A SMILE NEVER CHANGES
A SMILE NEVER AGESSubmitted by: Tkrause
The older you get the less you know.
Just ask your kids they will say its so.
Blood pressure up. Arches flat.
Everything you eat just goes to fat.
Get out of bed. Move real slow.
Three times a night you have to go.
Caffeine not only keeps you awake -
it makes you pee for heaven’s sake.
The world keeps changing
at a hectic pace
causing more gray hair
and a wrinkled face.
But as you look in the mirror -
what catches your eye -
is your smile never ages
as the years go by.
Tom Krause - Copyright
Author/Poet/Motivational Speaker b.1957
Health to enjoy the blessings sentSubmitted by: California Carol
From Heaven; a mind unclouded, strong;
A cheerful heart;
a wise content;
An honored age; and song.
~An Old Lady's Poem~Submitted by: alwayschar
What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
uncertain of habit, with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try!"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
and forever is losing a stocking or shoe.....
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will,
with bathing and feeding, the long day to fill....
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse; you're not looking at me
I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
as I do at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten ..with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters, who love one another
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty -- my heart gives a leap,
remembering the vows that I promised to keep.
At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
who need me to guide and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
bound to each other with ties that should last.
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
but my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more, babies play round my knee,
again we know children, my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead;
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
and I think of the years and the love that I've known.
I'm now an old woman .. and nature is cruel;
'Tis jest to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
there is now a stone where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
and now and again, my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
and I'm loving and living life over again.
I think of the years . all too few, gone too fast,
and accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people, open and see,
not a crabby old woman; look closer ..see ME!!
Aging and recycling
Spring is here and so am ISubmitted by: erjaan
But at my age I wonder why?
If nature can be born anew
why can't I be recycled too?
Be recycled's what you say?
Turn this used thing into pay?
The glass they take they grind and crush
the paper's boiled in acid mush
aluminum is torn and shredded
I don't wish that where IM headed!
I'll just grow old and try with grace
to leave but beauty in my place.
Another Year (For Mother)
I'm Wishing you another yearSubmitted by: ScrapperJan
Of laughter, joy, and fun,
Surprises, love and happiness,
And when your birthday's done,
I hope you feel deep in your heart,
As your birthday's come and go,
How very much you mean to me,
More than you can know
Before you knew what life was I was there,Submitted by: mamamongoose
Before you have ears to hear the worlds busyness with I was there,
Before you knew what it was to taste I was there,
Before you knew what it was to fear I was there,
Before the world knew you existed I was there,
When the gift of you was created I was there,
So when you lay yourself down tonight in your blankets so fluffy and safe,
Remember I'm here with you to protect you,
When your mind runs crazy with silly thoughts I'm here,
It's safe to cry because I won't laugh,
It's safe to learn because I won't hold you back,
When you cut yourself and wake scared in the night I am here.
One day I won't be here but you'll remember when I was and that is what is important.
We squawk and we crowSubmitted by: Lexel
We cluck like the dickens
We cackle all day
And pretend we're spring chickens
But when the day's over
And the cackling ends,
The truth, be it known,
We feel more like stewed hens!
You're a true friend,Submitted by: KSac1980
that I want you to know,
Our love for each other
has helped us to grow.
We've been through some tough times,
but we've made it through,
The only one I ever trusted
Was the one and only you.
You helped me through anger,
you've chased away fears.
You held me through sadness,
and kissed away tears.
You stayed by my side
when the world turned away.
You helped me see joy
when the skies were all gray.
You were the rainbow
at the end of the storm.
You help me be different
when I shouldn't conform.
You held my hand
when you knew we would fall.
you saw me through it all.
I'm not sure
I'm always the best friend to you,
I know I'm not perfect,
but this much is true.
When life gets you down,
And there's nowhere to turn,
I'll help you through and
I'll share your concern.
I'll try my best to return every favor,
When you're sure that you'll drown,
then I'll be your lifesaver;
Even if we both go down.
Whether we sink or swim
doesn't matter at all,
Just know that I'll be there
whenever you call.
I'll pull you out
when life pulls you under.
I'll be the sun
when there's lightning and thunder.
And when it's all over,
And we've fought every war,
There's one thing I promise,
Of this I am sure.
When the time comes
that we're put to our rest.
Be sure that you know that,
My friend, you're the best.
And if there is Heaven,
then I know you'll be there,
That if you die first
then you'll hear every prayer.
And soon I'll join you,
but just know until then.
That I'll miss you each day
'til I see you again.
At the end of the tunnel,
you'll be my guiding light,
You'll lead me to heaven,
away from the night.
We'll be there together,
and we'll never grow old.
And we'll walk hand in hand
On the streets paved of gold.
Fifty years of life
Fifty years agoSubmitted by: maple
You might be born in a village in a far away land
where monkeys were jumping from tree to tree
long boat was a common sight in the river then
Forty five years ago
You might be contented with the simplest gift
whoever that might have given you as a present
with a young heart who was always willing to give
Forty years ago
You might not be playing computer games
as what the kids used to do nowadays
but delighted to swim in your small stream dam
Thirty five years ago
You might know how to make a request
to the radio station for your favorite songs
but that did not mean you were stylish
when you walked around the town in your tongs
Thirty years ago
You might be a young man with a charming face
who was ever ready for an adventure and never
felt that any task given to you was a dash
Twenty five years ago
You might be thinking of your big ambition
wanting to be someone of great worth
hence it led to your far away migration
Twenty years ago
You might have married to a beautiful gal
or even have a baby or two and a steady
job that might lead you to your goal
Fifteen years ago
You might have desired that the night feeding
of the babies be over as soon as possible
so that you could enjoy a good night of sleeping
Ten years ago
You might be having a very comfortable life
with the children soon to be in their teens
and every investment did not seem to dive
Five years ago
You might had slow down a bit in your pace
with grey hair starting to grow out of your head
you might wonder when were you going to end the race
But did you ever realize
You have come a long way to your present day
with happiness, hurts, sorrow, regrets, failure and success
for you to sort out what life is meant to you over there!
Gone are the days of kitty cat tales~~Of dinosaur dreams, of flowers in fields~~ Gone are the times of hopscotch in June~~ Days that lasted forever, and then ended too soon~~ Gone is this girl, who was innocent and sweet~~ Who believed that tomorrow held all she would need~~ Gone is the promise of that little girl's smile~~ She grew up to be me, and I've been old for awhile~~ Her sweet memory haunts me, did I do what i could~~ To make sure that her life will turn out to be good?~~ She believes in herself, will she believe in me?~~ I've got the rest of our lives to make sure we agree.Submitted by: Shellsurfer
Dear GrandmaSubmitted by: strandgail
Author: Nicole Hansen
I sit, stand, crawl, climb,
eat, nap, and play.
I am learning to do new things,
each and every day.
I'm a very busy guy,
With a lot to explore;
But I thought I'd take a moment,
to explain why it's you I adore.
When I come to visit,
it is easy to see;
The joy and excitement
that comes over me.
You read to me, sing to me
dance, play, or hold me.
You feed me and spoil me,
and never do you scold me.
You are always happy.
You are always fun.
When I need attention,
YOU are the one.
Grandma, you are so special
And you make ME feel special too!
These are some of the reasons why
I want to wish a Happy Mother's Day to you!
Love, (??? the grandchild's name)
NOTE: You could alter the milestones in the first paragraph to fit the developmental stage of the child. Just leave in play and day so it rhymes.
Also you could change the last line to say something like "I'll always love you."
Submitted by: happy2bescrappy
Growing Old to Bloom
I shall not mindSubmitted by: Ladybeth
the whiteness of my hair,
or that slow steps
falter on the stair,
or what strange image
greets me in the glass...
if I can feel,
as roots feel in the sod,
that I am growing old to bloom
before the face of God.
I CAN STILL MATTER
I CAN STILL MATTERSubmitted by: Tkrause
As time passes on
I turn the next page
to discover a new me
while I continue to age.
I may no longer be
who I was long ago
but I still can matter -
that much I know.
With a new set of tools
I have gathered from time -
I keep looking forward
to more mountains to climb.
My best is not over
as the skeptics might say -
I just learn how to conquer
In a much wiser way.
So don't sell me short -
I am not nearly done.
I CAN STILL MATTER -
I've only just begun.
Tom Krause - Copyright 2012
I used to be pretty
I used to be prettySubmitted by: prazdance
When I looked at me
Wide eyes, small hips,
Smooth lips and hands
My tight, taunt skin,
A butter pecan tan.
I used to be pretty
When I looked at me,
I saw thick, black hair,
small ankles and knees
My clothes fit just right
No problem shopping the mall,
Just my Size wasn’t thought of at all!
Now, when I look, what looks back at me?
A different woman, 45 years young
A change, a new thing has just begun.
My eyes, hair, skin and lips,
Ankles, knees, clothes even hips;
All combined with age and wisdom suitable
To let me know I’m not pretty….
In the Fall of Life
Remember the yesterday,Submitted by: ljbminis2021
That seem so far away.
The hopes and dreams,
Wanting so many things.
Now in fall, so much time has passed,
holding on is where I am at last.
Knowing time is short, what can I say,
The joy, the pain, the struggles and strife
All in all, I've had a good life.
Color doesn't matter hereSubmitted by: mariovitale227
and courage is something that they
all have shared
For upon this mural, are memories
and it breaks my heart to have to add
yet, another face
who will sing for them now, who will
be their voice
Mothers, Fathers, and their children
a delegated choice
It will be a song of victory, and
proudly they will speak
smiles will be upon their faces, as
the eyes may weep
This mural may not ever be completed
each day a new one comes
But, in heaven these soldiers, are
rejoicing for their good works are done
I WEAR A TINY CROSS,Submitted by: KSac1980
AROUND MY NECK.
IT'S THERE TO REMIND ME,
OF MY LIFE NOT TO WRECK.
FOR MY BODY AND SOUL,
ARE GIVEN TO CHRIST
AND AFTER HIM,
I LEAD MY LIFE.
SOMETIMES I GET MYSELF,
TOTALLY OUT OF LINE,
BUT WHEN I TOUCH MY CROSS,
AGAIN TIME AFTER TIME.
JESUS CHRIST IS ALWAYS HERE,
TO SHOW ME EACH DAY,
LOVE IS IN MY HEART,
AND IN CHRISTS WAY.
WITH GOLDEN OPPORTUNITIES,
LESSONS TO BE LEARNED,
WITH THIS CROSS AROUND MY NECK,
THE DEVIL IS SPURNED.
SO I'LL WEAR MY CROSS,
RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEART,
THEN LOVE, GODS LOVE,
SHALL NEVER PART.
THIS IS THE SYMBOL,
THE WAY TO BE,
SO THIS IS,
WHAT MY CROSS MEANS TO ME
MY GRANDMOTHER THE ANGEL
Since I was a baby,Submitted by: KSac1980
You took care of me.
Now I'm almost thirty,
And your granddaughter, I’ll still be.
I'm older and wiser,
And busy as a bee.
But there is no excuse,
For my forgetfulness of thee.
You’re a very special person
And you always will be.
If it wasn't for you ,
Who knows where I'd be,
Today, I look around me,
And everything I see.
I have because of the things,
You taught to me.
I look at myself,
And guess what I see
Part of you Grandmother,
The better part of me.
I know that it's late,
But this is my birthday Blessing to you
God made angels, Among all of us
To Watch over in all you do
And He gave you me,
When I was lost.
You gave me a home,
And loved me a lot.
Somehow you did it,
Even when it was tough.
You raised me as yours,
You gave up a lot
Now I'm all grown up,
And I like looking back.
To the times we spent together,
Remember how we laughed.
God made you special,
You did all the rest.
My Grandmother the Angel,
You are the best.
My Little Corner
My little corner of the world, is not lonely you seeSubmitted by: ddorward
Since I lost my loved one so close to me
I have a garden full of family
Roses, are my Momma, Sisters, Sister-in-law,
Daughters, and Daughter’s-in-law
Strong, tall, beautiful, and “thorny”
Daisies, are my Grandchildren
Pure, white, and free-spirited
Tulips, are my Sons, Brothers,
Grandsons, Son-in-law, and Brother-in-law
Sturdy, bright, hardy, stay strong till they get tired,
But bloom each year
Day lilies, are my Dad
He loved the sun and worked hard to stand
Tall and proud
Crocuses, are my Nieces, Nephews, and Friends
You know they’re there,
They come and go
And are so special
When they bloom everywhere
Hosta, is my Husband,
Loved the shade, quiet, stands it’s ground,
Through thick and thin
You see my family
Is always there with me
In my little corner of the world
Me, I’m a mish-mash of all,
Staying there until I can no more
Winter comes- Bye Bye!
WHEN DID I FIRST SEE MYSELF OH I GUESS I WAS TWELVESubmitted by: SCRAPPINZ
I HAD THIS HOT LITTLE GREEN OUTFIT YOU KNOW THE ONE
THAT SHOWS A LITTLE SKIN, THE BOYS SEEM TO LIKE IT TOO
BUT IT WAS A BIT MUCH FOR ME
I WAS KIND OF SHY YOU SEE
WHEN DID I SEE MYSELF OH I GUESS I WAS EIGHTEEN OR NINETEEN
THAT'S WHEN THEY HAD HOT PANTS AND DISCO NIGHTS AND I WAS NOT
SO SHY THEN AND THE BOYS WHERE SO NICE
WHEN DID I SEE MYSELF OH I GUESS I WAS AROUND
TWENTY TWO AND READY FOR MARRIAGE, HAD THE CUTE
LITTLE WASTE AROUND SIZE 22
WHEN DID I SEE MYSELF OH I GUESS I WAS AROUND FORTY
THE KIDS ARE SOME WHAT GROWN AND I CAN NOW TAKE SOME
TIME FOR ME
WHEN DID I SEE MYSELF LET ME SEE
I AM FIFTY FIVE AND SEEING MYSELF FOR
THE FIRST TIME
never and always
When I was 1, I never cried.Submitted by: prlee
When I was 2, I never lied.
When I was 3, I never scared.
When I was 4, I always shared.
Well, almost always.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,Submitted by: Crafting Marfa
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's flower,
but only so and hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
so Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
nothing gold can stay.
In nineteen hundred and ninety-twoSubmitted by: daisygirl2
My working day should all be through
I'll be the happiest girl alive
For then I shall be sixty-five
Each month I watch those old folks grin,
Each month those pension cheques roll in.
Each month they get the pot of gold,
All for simply being old.
Whoever thought they'd see the day
When getting old meant getting paid,
And if you're paying to much rent
You just apply for supplement.
And as if that isn't quite enough,
You get all kinds of other stuff
Like discounts off on bus and planes
And then you also get the gains.
And ten percent of all your clothes
And senior rates on first class shows
And travel tours are all the rage
If only you are senior age.
And housing shouldn't bother you
Your O.H.C. will help you through
And even send some younger chap
To come around and fix your tap.
If I had known when I was twenty
The real true meaning of "Land of Plenty"
I would have moved both Heaven and Earth
To falsify my date of birth
And Politicians please take note
You'll wish you'd lost by just one vote
If I wake up in ninety-three
And there's no pension left for me,
And worse if on my birthday morn,
Old Gabriel should blow his horn
He'd better plan to keep on blowing
Without my pension, --- I'm not going!
Old things are more beautiful
Old things are more beautifulSubmitted by: Miriam Mielke
than many things brand new
because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old photographs in albums
love letters tied with lace
recapture those old feelings
that new ones can't replace.
Baby shoes, a teddy bear,
a ring that Grandma wore,
are treasures waiting there behind
a door marked "Nevermore".
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day by day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.
papa and gramma
sticky fingers and ice cream facesSubmitted by: grmmynet
birthday parties and untied laces
broken crayons and colouring books
spiderman guns and fire trucks
patient legos waiting in a box
to be made into space stations and race cars
by loving hands that now prefer gift cards
and video games
beautiful faces smiling from silent frames
sporadic phone calls
from distant voices
echo in lonely halls
sans grandchildren-type noises
time slips away
as they no longer come to play
busy with cars and girlfriends and lives
and we - with our memories
like old games missing pieces
try to survive
our increasingly quiet lives
published in winter 2011 issue of Lucidity Poetry Journal
Phenomenal Woman"Submitted by: reddheddgirl
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
The Encore of Age
The cacophony of youth
badgers for an encore,
tries to impose brown hairs
through an all grey head.
But perpetual dreams have given way
to unmet desires and blighted visions.
Grey is softer and more forgiving.
Maturity is an acquired taste.
Time ForgottenSubmitted by: mechellea
Smells like death,
Like the essence of Clorox ready to wipe away what was once youthful and vibrant.
Creeping up like a dark vine clinging to a tree. Slowly, suffocating life away.
The life that slipped away when everyone forgot to look, to notice, to see…
The tell- tale signs – because they were too in love with youth.
In love with what each new day brings --
Life – Happiness – Newness – Beginnings
And while they enjoy, noticing nothing, age slips in and slowly becomes death,
And without noticing, it takes me with it.
Time to Rest
We talked about the old days,Submitted by: joel61436
Of bikes, games, and shows,
Now, with dimming eyes,
Was it so long ago?
My legs aren't as strong,
I fell doing the wash;
I swear that each day
Is another river to cross.
I'm not afraid
Of the shadows of night;
There are murky clouds,
But the sun will soon be bright.
Life has been gentle, sweet,
It's hard to say good-bye,
But, look, there's a sunbeam
Waiting in the sky.
The day is done,
It is time to rest;
I am weary,
But I have met the test.
This is not good-bye,
Why the tears?
Morning will come
When the shadows clear.
Dedicated, lovingly, to Frances "Frannie" Gardner
TO A PHENOMENAL WOMAN
When I was in my younger days,Submitted by: TammyB
I weighed a few pounds less,
I needn't hold my tummy in
to wear a belted dress.
But now that I am older,
I've set my body free;
There's comfort of elastic
Where once my waist would be.
Inventor of those high-heeled shoes
My feet have not forgiven;
I have to wear a nine now,
But used to wear a seven.
And how about those pantyhose--
They're sized by weight, you see,
So how come when I put them on
The crotch is at my knee?
I need to wear these glasses
As the print's been getting smaller;
And it wasn't very long ago
I know that I was taller.
Though my hair has turned to gray
and my skin no longer fits,
On the inside, I'm the same old me,
the outside's changed a bit.
But, on a positive note...
I've learned that no matter what happens,
or how bad it seems today,
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way
he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart,
I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains,
I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
I dreamed of being sweet sixteen, then magic twenty-oneSubmitted by: ScrappingOma
Now I am twenty-nine and seeing thirty come.
My babysitter calls me ma'am, it makes me feel quite numb.
How can I think of me as old? I've always been so young.
I once could name the ten top songs played on the radio.
Now I turn the rock groups down or hunt for something slow.
Now there are lines around my eyes I thought would never show.
And pounds that used to be above my waist have sunk below.
The boy I worshiped as a teen, now lies beside me snoring.
His middle's thicker, and so is mine and he's not so adoring.
He used worship at my feet but now mostly he's ignoring.
And I once clung to his every word but now mostly he is boring.
I was depressed to see how fast my youthful days could flee.
And then I met a fine old man, his age was eighty-three.
His hair was white, his walk was slow and he could barely see.
He called me child and said he wished he was young as me.
We Have "Two Mothers"
(for a mother with Alzheimer's, from her daughters and son).Submitted by: auntdent
We have two mothers two mothers we claim.
Two different people yet with the same name.
Two separate women diverse by design, but we love them both dearly they both are divine.
The first is the mother who carried us here, gave birth and nurtured and launched our careers.
She's the one whose features we bear, complete with the facial expressions we wear.
She gave us deep faith that follows us yet.
Along with examples in life that she set.
Then as we got older she some younger grew, and we'd laugh as just mothers and their children do.
And then came the year that her mind clouded so, and we sensed that the mother we'd known soon would go.
As quickly she changed and turned into the other.
A stranger who dressed in the clothes of our mother.
Oh, she looked the same at least at arm's length, but she was the child now and we were her strength.
We've come full circle, we children and she.
Our mother, the first the second and we.
And if our own children should come to a day, when a new parent comes and the old goes away.
We'd ask of them nothing that we didn't do, love both of those parents as both have loved you.