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Friday, September 01, 2006

when its time its time.
my late grandfather is now resting in peace.
in pusara aman.blok 429,plot 731.
memories of him still roaming around my head.

with his spirit around my house.
the scent of jasmine incense,
and the minty, cold forehead of his,
of the last time i get to see and kiss him.

the white scarf covering his face,
which i just wrapped around my neck,
still has this very familiar smell.
its no time to cry right now.

if i cry.he'll suffer.
so save my tears for hari raya.
this year will be very different without his jokes.
this year will be different from the others,
with one missing family member.
the one that brought us all right here.

my grandfather.

haji abdul wahid bin ahmad.


Written with love; 9:32 pm