PLAID: ASSASSOUTS

• When your mother has grown old
  and with her so have you,
  When that which once came easy
  has at last become a burden,
  When her loving, true eyes
  no longer see life as once they did
  When her weary feet
  no longer want to wear her as she stands,
  then reach an arm to her shoulder,
  escort her gently, with happiness and passion
  The hour will come, when you, crying,
  must take her on her final walk.
  And if she asks you, then give her an answer
  And if she asks you again, listen!
  And if she asks you again, take in her words
  not impetuously, but gently and in peace!
  And if she cannot quite understand you,
  explain all to her gladly
  For the hour will come, the bitter hour
  when her mouth will ask for nothing more.
• Adolf Hitler