Monday, August 10, 2009

Byebye Blackbird

I never took a photo with him.
The only thing, we have in common-death
Its something we all have to go through.
My Ah Gong died today, death finally caught on to me.
I've never mourned the loss of a beloved before.
His death course through me like a riptide
I barely remember the times when he was weak and fragile.
All I picture is me at five, him guiding my hand.
Stroke by stroke, my chinese name appeared.
My Ah Gong, he gave me my first taste of sour plum and dried lemon slices.
All that's left now is goodbye.
Im goíng to sleep easy tonight knowing you're in a better place.

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