I have forgotten the numbers, son. I remember one and two, rest of them are kind of blur. Sometimes I miss my brother, Can you dial it for me, can I bother? I love when you talk to me, Oh how much I love your voice, Sadly, sometimes I cannot hear so clear, Can you repeat your sentences when I look confused, my dear? I miss my old days, When I was young, playing worryless under the Sun, Eating all day fistful of moongfalis and chanas and have fun, Can once in a month, you bring me a little of my favorite foods, that I can eat while drenching in the winter Sun? Do you remember how your father used to sing, When I was mad at him, My anger was so easy to fade as I blushed, Can you--sit with me and make me forget about my worries? Oh, the old age has deteriorated my brain! It's too much to ask, I understand. You're busy, away, and with a family of your own. I am here. Deserted, frail and too demanding. -Markmyletters #poem #English #corona #old #PARENTS #oldage
