If Thou decides to take thy soul tonight,
So that I won’t see tomorrow,
My son, whom am so fond,
Oh God of all Might,
Let him not know sorrow.
If he is to know pain,
Please send a little rain,
To wash away his tears,
Send an Angel to carry his fears,
To offer a shoulder on which to lean,
Or better, lend him His wings.
If tonight I join your ethereal abode,
Lord, make me all able,
Rather, make me his Guardian Angel,
When in danger, to forebode,
When he’s hungry I’ll bring him a mango,
So that he’ll never lack food on his table.
But in all earnest I pray Lord,
Take my life when am so worn out and old,
With years gone and my eyes blind,
And the joys of life I can longer find,
Then I’ll pray for tomorrow not to come,
And my son in your hands, he will remain firm.
© Cecy Gaitho