Grandma

Dear Grandma,

I've got so many stories to tell you, so many things to chat with you
Even simple things like just asking "How are you?", "Have you eaten?", "The weather is very hot today"
Just visiting you, sitting by your bedside and watching that small television at that little corner
Patting the stray cat that Aunt just adopted and watching you stroke it
Telling me stories of the past during your kampong days

But as days go by, your body became frail and weak
Your eyesight is blurred one side and you became bed-ridden

That's not all

Your money-grubbing children plot of how to have a share in your inheritence
How to coax you out of what they want
Never sparing a thought of how you felt
You just gave in; knowingly but willingly

That's not all

Your condition worsens
You struggle to get by everyday
And finally dementia starts to take it's course
One moment you forget totally who we are, the other you have to think hard to remember
Otherwise you zonk out; totally spaced out

Your weak body just slumped on the bed
One foot into the grave






I am nothing but helpless. Only praying.
















God please help her.