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 …

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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 chowanyau@wordpress.com. 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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