My Dear Ahma

My dear ahma,
It's been a month or so since you are gone,
I have missed you so much and I hope you're reading my mind,
As tears stream down my face with all these messages I'm writing of you.

I was never taken care by you like others who were,
Sometimes I wonder what do you think of me,
Even though you were very fond of all your grandchildren.

At the balcony you pointed at the forest,
Do you see that dinosaur?
It protects us at night,
At the balcony you would light up firecrackers,
To shoo those bloody monkeys that partied in the house.

From the very first memory you were a hunched lady,
And so Ma said if you don't stand straight you will end up like Ahma,
It was during puberty, and those words are always true.

Your face was already wrinkly when I started remembering you,
She held two passion fruit and said to Ma
This is you and this is me,
One of the hilarious moments ever.

I knew it will be the last time seeing you last summer,
There wasn't much I could do,
I just hope I made you happy and bring you less pain,
You would wave to me in the morning,
And then I set off to work.

It was dawn and I had to leave abroad,
I bid you farewell and yet you thought I was just going somewhere near,
Holding back the fear and feelings, I left.
Unwanting, unwillingly, but that's what I have to do.