This is a great poem, Seow.
A pair of wrinkled, weakening wonders. Fantastic word choice.
The poem is a pleasure to read and we get to know a little bit the great woman your grandmother was.
The worst part of grief is often the feeling of guilt. If we manage to realise that the ones who loves dearly forgive us for all our shortcomings automatically, often we can (with time) turn the bitter grief into sweet memories.
Keep up the good poetry.
Hello Hans,
Thank you for the kind words. And I apologize for the terribly, terribly late reply as I wasn't that active anymore on this site, unfortunately. Hope to hear more from you too! TC
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This is a great poem, Seow. A pair of wrinkled, weakening wonders. Fantastic word choice. The poem is a pleasure to read and we get to know a little bit the great woman your grandmother was. The worst part of grief is often the feeling of guilt. If we manage to realise that the ones who loves dearly forgive us for all our shortcomings automatically, often we can (with time) turn the bitter grief into sweet memories. Keep up the good poetry.
Hello Hans, Thank you for the kind words. And I apologize for the terribly, terribly late reply as I wasn't that active anymore on this site, unfortunately. Hope to hear more from you too! TC