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Saturday, June 28, 2008


was looking thru my stuff n i found this "poem" that i wrote. wrote it after i watched the charity show that was helping to raise funds for the sichuan earthquake vicitms. yeah, i know, its very long overdue, but i wasnt intending to show the poem here previously. but i just watched a show, where the main character miscarriaged and lost her child, so i guess, i suddenly thought about all the mommies in the world who have lost a child or more, due to natural circumstances, or accidents, wars or illnesses. Or any other ways they might have lost them... it made me feel sad, n thoughtful, about how life is precious n one shouldnt take it for granted...also, it made me reflect about what kind of life i could make for myself...

here's the poem:
The teardrop slid off the corner of her eye.
Staring into the mirror, her lips tremble.
No longer can she live with the lie.
Her life lies in shambles, as her world crumbles.

Pain-filled eyes, open yet unseeing.
Silenty screaming at the Fates for her loss.
With each step she takes, she is no longer believing,
in happiness and beauty that comes without cost.

Listen closely and perhaps, you might hear,
the breaking sound of a mother's heart.
Who holds her baby above all that is dear.
Whom she will never be prepared with to part.

Without the sound of her child's laughter,
the whole world feels deary and grey.
For the child who has the love of a mother,
His depature will mark the sad, endless Day.

i hope all mommies who have been marked by such sad losses will find the strength and courage to move on...may you fly free in the skies...

1:35 AM, Lotsa of lots


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