Archive | December 2009

Dust unto Dust

Dear Mom,

If I accept that now, you are no longer a prisoner of your body;

If I understand that now, you are at your eternal peace;

If I realize that you had to go for you had reached the seventh stage;

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If every time you appear in dreams, there’s an aura of tranquility around you;

If every time an image of you pops in front of me, you are smiling;

If your soul has engulfed my every waking and sleeping moments;

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If I know you at a much better place now;

…then why does is ache so bad?…why is each day getting more painful for me to get through?…why is life so meaningless without you?

RIP Mom
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