bad bad bad christmas :(
as i stayed by the hospital bed,
the many times she spoke,
the many times she attempts to get out of it,
the many times she answers the question wrongly...
and finally twice the time she says,
that she can't recognise me,
made tears so hard to keep back.
my childhood memories have all been about her,
the times she talk, the times she showered concern, the times she fed me porridge
including a time when she brought me to doctor when i had fever and collapsed after school,
so many many details and comfort that i'm her granddaughter,
she has now forgotten who i am,
after all the torture from medications and the deteriorating mind,
she has became vulnerable and never the same,
and that, there is no more me in her memories.
but i am still holding to a glimpse of hope,
that it's just the difference in my hair that made her fail to recognise me.
i hope things will return to the past when she gets back home,
please be so.
as i stayed by the hospital bed,
the many times she spoke,
the many times she attempts to get out of it,
the many times she answers the question wrongly...
and finally twice the time she says,
that she can't recognise me,
made tears so hard to keep back.
my childhood memories have all been about her,
the times she talk, the times she showered concern, the times she fed me porridge
including a time when she brought me to doctor when i had fever and collapsed after school,
so many many details and comfort that i'm her granddaughter,
she has now forgotten who i am,
after all the torture from medications and the deteriorating mind,
she has became vulnerable and never the same,
and that, there is no more me in her memories.
but i am still holding to a glimpse of hope,
that it's just the difference in my hair that made her fail to recognise me.
i hope things will return to the past when she gets back home,
please be so.
