When your mother
has grown older,
When her dear, faithful eyes
no longer see life as they once did,
When her feet, grown
No longer want to carry her as she walks -
lend her your arm in support,
Escort her with happy pleasure.
The hour will come when, weeping, you
accompany her on her final walk.
And if she asks
Then give her an answer.
And if she asks again, then speak!
And if she asks yet again, respond
Not impatiently, but with gentle calm.
if she cannot understand you properly
Explain all to her happily.
The hour will come, the bitter hour,
her mouth asks for nothing more.
-Adolf Hitler, 1923