;; i didnt want it to end this way

I read a note my Grandma wrote back in 1923
Grandpa kept it in his coat, and he showed it once to me
He said, "Boy, you might not understand, but a long, long time ago,
Grandma's daddy didn't like me none, but I love your Grandma so.
We had this crazy plan to meet and run away together
Get married in the first town we came to and live forever
But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead
I found this letter, and this is what it said :
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."

I read those words just hours before my Grandma passed away
In the doorway of the church where me and Grandpa stopped to pray
I know I've never seen him cry in all my fifteen years
But as he said these words to her, his eyes fill up with tears
"If you get there before I do
Don't give up on me
I'll meet you when my chores are through
I don't know how long I'll be
But I'm not gonna let you down
Darling wait and see
And between now and then
Til I see you again
I'll be loving you
Love, Me."

Saturday, May 27, 2006

The story by Daniel Cheong age 13 goes:

Biscuits. You do no need to imagine them because they are already on the kitchen table as you walk in. A dead hamster. You do not need to smell it because it is already beside the old rusted, metal dustbin, staring at you with its blank eyes as you hold your breathe in disgust. And buttons, or rather a button. You do not need to feel it because it sits on your white Goldlion shirt, itching you out.

You must be thinking why I am saying all these rubbish to you. But hey don’t you go to and fro from work and end up at the end of the day, staring blankly at these three items?
The whole point is that you are blinded from the real meaning of life.

The biscuit was meant to feed you, the button to clothe you, and the hamster, to bring you joy. Now that the biscuit is shattered, the hamster dead, and the button broken, they have lost their purpose. But have you? Your purpose is to feed people, clothe people and bring them joy, just like the biscuit, hamster and the button.

The biscuit, hamster and button have failed, but hopefully you will not. Providing, loving and bringing joy to others may bring more joy to you than you can imagine.

i like this story! (:

;; right from the beginning