scribblings of the narcolepsy
I write to express myself, not to impress you.
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
134 / Hello 2024
Thursday, August 17, 2023
133 / Embracing change
Thursday, May 25, 2023
132 / We are progressing
Tuesday, April 25, 2023
131 / I am the cage
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
130 / Hope is not lost
My heart is now heavy with grief,
As news of her illness brought no relief,
Memories of our 33 years together did flood,
A deep sense of ache and loss now stirs my blood.
Oh, the times we spent together,
Of laughter and of tears, memories to treasure forever,
Lessons imparted with love and care,
A beautiful bond that nothing could ever impair.
Each moment we spent with her so dear,
A beautiful bloom in the garden of life, oh so clear,
A precious gift, a love so pure,
Memories to cherish, and forever to endure.
But now the probable thought of not making more,
A deep sense of sorrow, impossible to ignore,
The pain so raw, the sadness so real,
A heart heavy with grief, Allah, please let Uwan heal.
The memories will always remain,
Like a bitter sweet fragrance, they'll forever sustain,
The granddaughter's heart, now a garden of love,
A tribute to the bond that nothing could shove.