Now what?

Grandma G’s funeral was beautiful and intimate; all four children who hadn’t been together for years were all there to bid their mother farewell. 

Now what for Mama G?  The world feels empty, a huge hole that cannot be filled by anybody else.  I mourned the death of my marriage for five years but now I realise nothing compares to the love of a mother.  I am not belittling the love of a father but there is something very special starting from the moment of conception and life growing in the womb.

I guess I will resume my shiny new life in Hong Kong.  A friend suggested I teach English at a university in the Mainland; that idea appeals to me rather than just doing a few hours tuition to kids here and there.  Life is so fleeting here one minute gone the next and I don’t feel I have ever reached my potential.

Watch this space …


About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on November 11, 2013, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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