This is the spot…I said to myself…behold my heart…this is the spot…
This is the spot…where…I lost my happiness….drained tears and forgot my smile.
I enter the valley silently and walk slowly so the tramping of my feet does not disturb the sleepers.
The silence that guards the valley does not reveal the secret how its residents are feeling inside their small houses.
Even the rustling of the small tree branches by the side of my mother’s place does not discloses the mysteries.
I stop humbly at my mothers’ grave and greet the earth that encloses her.
I prayed…burst into tears…but I could not…even once…can touch her…hold her…embrace her…or even see her.
I want to ask for her forgiveness and want her to know that I am really really missing her so much.
And I am so so SAD….hmmm….
I lost my dear mother on Friday, 10 February 2012 at 12:45 pm.
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