I went to SingLand over the weekend for a conference. I boarded 1:25 pm flight from Changi airport to Kuching. It was 1:15 hours’ flying time. I touched down Kuching International Airport at 2:45 pm. My connecting flight back to Sibu is 9:00 pm.
My best friend, Sandra picked me from the airport. Read her story here.
I had the warmth of mother from Sandra’s mother. For a while when Sandra’s mother hugged me, I thought I had my mother in my arms. And I cried, unashamedly. As I wrote this post now, I still had tears in my eyes.
This is the poem written earlier with much help from Joe, it’s a recycled post. But, I just could not have enough of my mother. Indulge me …
I know you’ve found a place,
much better than where,
we lived as family in warm embrace –
so why is my heart still bleeding to care?
I know you’ve found new friends there,
whose company you gladly share,
like those days when we stood for each other –
so why do I still yearn for you hither?
I know happy memories should suffice,
and I’ve them aplenty,
of moments you touched me deeply –
so why for more do I still crave and insist?
I know you lived a good life of seventy-three,
as a mother and teacher you nurtured me,
you were my clutch to trudge over difficulties –
so am I selfish to wish you live seventy-four or more?
I know you still love me – deep and tender,
but deeper and tenderer is my love for you, my mother,
I wish I had said it many times over when I should –
tell me mother, it’s not too late – show me how I could.
I missed the time with my own children, Rachel and Chris, for MAS re-timed its flight to depart Kuching at 10:30 pm. By the time, I reached home, it was almost near to another day. The children gave me a card which read –
The dearest gifts that heaven holds.
The very finest, too.
Were made into one pattern
That was perfect, sweet, and true.
I love you, Mom