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After by Christina Sng
A poem for my father written the night before his funeral
Photo by Liane Metzler on Unsplash.
After he died,
My father told me,
Don’t look for me
In my bones and ashes,
I am not there.
I am now free --
I am pure energy
Released into the world
After years of captivity
In a body that consumed me.
See, I am here
With my sister and my mother
And we are strong and happy,
Free from bodies that chained us.
Here we are, always close to you,
Written in your code, your DNA,
Wired to be forever with you
Because of love,
A universal tie that binds us
Together for always.
~~
Note:
My father died at 11.08pm +0800 GMT on 24th February 2021. He was 86. Goodbye, Dad. I will miss you forever.
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What Happens When You Die?
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Coracles by
Our Bodies Write Us Love Letters
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Who Cares About a Little Rain?
Shielding a Mother with Advanced Dementia
I Refuse to be Invisible
A Daughter's Voice
Zooming
Clothes, Fashion or Function?
Aging Hands
A Message from the Other Side
Yoga and Breathing Provide Natural Relief for Stubborn Menopause Symptoms
Bleeding Out and Beginning Again by Ren Powell
Juggling All. The. Things
How to Grow Old With Youthful Spirit by Zoe Berry
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THE BOOK