An Epistle is a letter in verse, usually addressed to a person close to the writer. Its themes may be moral and philosophical, or intimate and sentimental.
Since you left us 26 years ago
(and 26 years is a lifetime you know)
– time passed, the world has not ended
life stopped not, just as you said it wouldn’t.
I’ve forged my life on the remains,
of my career and home, I use new refrains
to colorize my world. New excuses
suffice to chase the cold, new laughter
disguises the dreams I flee. Only the fleeting sound
of your voice still makes me turn.
The lawyers are still on strike, I assure you
the reasons were once valid and true
only who knows what consequences we woo
by our actions. I can see you smile
at my words… It’s been a while
since you replied to my letters, I have a bunch
kept safely for when life throws a punch
in my face. Remember you used to say
whatever it is will go away, except when it won’t?
It’s like that, some things just don’t go
I’ve lived more than half my life without you, you know?
The girls are in their late teens
occupied with health issues and studies,
I worry, I fret, I sometimes wonder how they cope
can they brave the storms, have I done enough?
They never met you but I know you’re there
in the quickness of their lives; everywhere
you help them sleep when I’m away
watch over them in their play
– that gives me comfort and truth be said
often keeps me from losing my head
over many things: I’m still the same
ill tempered, rebellious, maybe insane…….
As for Ma and Didi, *sigh*, what can I say?
I wish things improve but it’s always
been like this, if only there was a way
to bridge the gap which widens each day..
I try but I honestly think you’d agree
that some things in life are not meant to be.
Such things are plenty and I’ve learned to conceal
my disappointments and I try to impart the zeal
of your heart to my two, only to be fair
they get my tongue lashing more. I wish you were here.
If I had my way this letter wouldn’t end
I could go on forever even if it meant
sleepless days and nights: I have enough of those
to keep me embroiled in the throes
of my own nightmares.
When you’re not there
to still the demons and chase them away
for despite all I have today,
all the love, the music and the fun,
I miss you. I’m still your little one
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Loads of hugs to you.
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