This is a piece of poetry I wrote for a dear aunt, who we lost to Cardiopulmonary Arrest last year. She was the sole unifier of my extended family during Christmas every December and will always be remembered as a loving wife, mother and friend to many. With all my heart, rest in peace, tita Upeng.
July 12, 1959 – January 9, 2013
Within walls of violet does she lay,
atop a brown rugged sheet sewn with stitches alike.
She wondered to herself why circumstances were never a certain way,
all hopes, aspirations and dreams she saw them take their hike.
Within walls of violet she asks herself why,
perhaps the absence of time was the reason they shattered.
But wrapped in a yellow knitted shawl did she peacefully die,
upon realising her life was lived in happiness,
and nothing else mattered.
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