It's the fourth of June again, a day where the nation celebrates Her Majesty's birthday. In addition to this auspicious occasion, I celebrate on this day, the legend that my grandmother was.
On this very day, six years ago, she passed away. I wrote this poem a few years ago, in honour of my best friend, my Agay (Yes, we called our grandmother Agay!):
To The Woman Who Raised Me
It’s the golden time of the year again
but it’s not the same, for today, I stand
alone, a shade of human in the yellow of autumn leaves
Every breath in your absence is like the desolation of an empty city
and even though it has been months, I still remember everything about you
The creases on my notebook like the lines on your forehead
and the warmth of the sun
reminds me of your toothless grin
The happiness in your eyes
when I got accepted to college
and the sadness in your smile
when I left
From my first breath to your very last
we have tackled through life
with my chubby little hand
slipped into the safety of yours
As I watch the leaves fall
and fade into the yellow heap, I realize here’s nothing I can do
except watch the wind carry it away.
