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Wednesday, January 09, 2008

awaiting

This post was initially posted on 29t of Aug, 2005.

It hurts me to see my grandma now.
Such a strong willed lady
waiting to join her husband
and children who went before her.

Only 15, she left all that was familiar.
With her new born baby
to a foreign country
which promised a better income.

Became a cook for a Japanese General.
Fearing a harsh punishment
if a mistake is made.
Determinedly refused to go back to her homeland
but stayed on in this new land
with the Japanese and British
warring to claim ownership.

She met a kind hearted and soft spoken man.
Married him and began a new family.
She found a safe and comfortable home.
And an honorable man to claim her son as his own.

She survived the war.
And saw her family grow.
Independence was declared.
She found a new home.

She has seen the best
and worse life has to offer.
She has found happiness
and endured sadness.

She survived her children’s death
and her husband’s departure.

She witnessed her grandchildren`s
graduation
wedding
birth.

It saddens me.
To see this small and fragile lady
battling worries
seen and felt only by her
whereas our assurances
go unheard.

The elegant, graceful and courageous lady
she once was
Awaits her own calling.
And it pains my heart.


My grandma passed away on 21st October 2007. I still can`t believe that she is no longer just a call away..

10 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is so beautiful and so sad. Your grandmother sounds like a brave and strong woman.

11:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I agree with what Kiki said. This poem is beautiful! Sounds like she's had an incredible life filled with happiness of family and sadness of loss. Hope your grandmother is well.

4:14 AM  
Blogger AvR said...

What a lovely, lovely work. You do her great honor with your words, and you make me recall how much I treasured my own...and treasure her memory still. Excellent post.

9:01 AM  
Blogger still_figuring_out said...

kiki: she truly is.

christa: thank you. i wish i could say she is doing better, but she isnt. she is not suffering from any illness or whatsoever, but a weakened body. what saddens us the most is that it is like her will to live is slowly slipping away.

ari: thank you. and i hope i have made her proud by who i am today :)

9:08 AM  
Blogger DARLing said...

Teary ...
it dampens my cheeks :"

11:49 PM  
Blogger still_figuring_out said...

shay: thank you and you are right about grandparents being a gift.

darling: it makes me sad too.

laks: pending deaths do that to us, dont they.

5:43 PM  
Blogger the other half...... said...

this is the most sweetest of poetry i have ever read.....im very proud of u vila!

1:21 PM  
Blogger tulipspeaks said...

beautifully written.

may God bless her soul.



ammu.

12:35 PM  
Blogger gP said...

brings a great deal of reflection and emotions. She have lived a great life. My grandma worked at the death railways too...she is old, I can never accept if shes gone. For most of the times our lives are colored by the lives of legends before us.

God Bless.

6:05 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

that was so moving..made me cry...i know shes happy up there :) tc

12:03 AM  

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