1:38 pm

April 3, 2008
by cAmilla wU


Music,
TV news,
and a simple meal;

Chatting,
Laughing,
and a phone call;

Taxi,
Ambulance,
and an anouncement.

At one thirty-eight pm,
It started to rain.

I lovingly dedicate this poem to my dearest Auntie Mollie who had been the greatest support of my mother and showing her concern of me and my family all the time. She had helped us a lot through out her life. No word is good enough for me to describe how much i loved her. Her spirit remains with us.