Monday, February 02, 2009

Dear Aunty N

So I've heard and I am deeply sorry that it has turned out so
What pain this pronouncement must have been
What sadness this sentence must have drawn
But in this weary moment of confusion
I pray that you do not for one moment waver in affliction
but that you would be strong for all you love
As they stay strong for you, whom they love

I am a son as well, dear aunty, and I know a sons love for a mother
It is never quite pronounced or as finely articulated as it should be
But nonetheless, the love for a mother is second nature to us all.
Although we might frown at your seemingly petty quibbles
Or express nonchalance at your torrent of nagging concerns
But in our shallow reticence, we do know your love for us.
Although we struggle to express that same love we have of you.

So Aunty, please do not waver, as you prepare to mount this struggle
Against the pernicious spirit of our body's weakness,
We can only hope to summon the strength your spirit possesses.
A spirit which is free and undying, and never ceases to inspire
all you've touched in one way or another, through all this time, through all these years.

It is the same spirit which I believe, will enliven your weary being.
And as we go forth, to be healed by the almighty.

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