Brain Block
I will try to blog. Still grieving over Grandma’s death. I couldn’t bring myself to return to my routine. I felt like hibernating. I am not sure how to express my sadness by crying aloud. I have not been crying a loud since I was in primary school. Something just stopped me at that time.
Her gifts - box of beads, cranes and mandarin duck embroidery, though have gone, shall remain in my memory as the most precious skills and gifts.
On the final night
Waited on burning incense
Lighting one after another
In the early morning
Dark calm starless sky
As if it is mourning
She laid inside
Like in deep sleep
Resting peacefully
Why does sunlight
Rose so soon?
It broke my heart
She is going from
This home of ours
To her final destination
Morning light felt
Warm and serene
Soothing cool air
Is HE here?
Is HE with us?
Is she with HIM?