Partir, c'est mourir un peu--it's true each time a little we die but life is such--what else could we do?
This I do know every moment we should love and cherish before we pack up our bags to go
to our next destination in life--faraway who does know whether we would meet again on a distant future day?
* I emigrated from Malaysia to Australia 20 years ago. When I went home to visit my mother, the hardest moment was to say goodbye. My elder brother would send me to the bus-station and Mum would insist on coming along....After I had stepped out of the car, Mum would wave to me as though I was still a little boy--I fought my tears . Mum passed away in 2010 of stomach cancer-aged 94--the most wonderful and kindest person I ever knew. I miss her still-intensely. This poem is inspired by my memory of my mum. Goodbye Mum, your loving and eternally grateful son