Posts Tagged ‘grief’:

Civilization

Mongol we pride ourselves in Mongolia Mongo they laugh at each other in Britain Mothers cuddling their babies round the world Fathers cursing the ignorant and Trisomy 21   Mongol, Down called his observation in 1860’s More stupid than us, he clarified The world followed him, calling babies Mongols They knew none of it in Mongolia   Civilization is not a right to call names Civilization is not a permission to bully Developed, they say Did they, really?                

X and Y

I’m just back from a funeral of a kind man we knew. He used to work at a garage next door from us and I would walk there with our oldest son who just started walking then. He played with our son, snowball fights in winter, water fights in the summer, measuring our son’s heights, letting our son play with his super shiny bikes and helped us do many things from carrying furniture to pumping up our kids’ water pool. Sadly he passed away very suddenly a few days ago. I find comfort in knowing that he would be with

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L is for Loss

My first diary entry after Billy passed away. 17 March 2010. Three weeks ago we buried you my baby. You were only three months old. I can not believe how short time we had you yet it felt a very long time. Perhaps it was very painful for you and for us. Mummy feels comfort in believing that you are now in a pure place where there is no pain and suffering. Oh baby, mummy had such a wonderful but so challenging time when you were here. From the moment you were born, life seemed not fair and it was

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E is for English Language

English tickles my tongue to dance English encourages me to think different English tests my ability to adapt English helped me to find my life time love English empties my crying well missing my son English tears me apart because I understand English teases me to say how I feel English enables me to find the voice of freedom English is my permission to challenge ignorance English is my voice to address the world I have a dream…    

Why I write in English

why do you write in English? if I write in my mother tongue, my mother will read it if she reads my pain you know how mother’s love is her heart will ache it’s simple, I love her dearly why do you write in English? if I write in my native tongue, my father will read it if he reads my pain you know how father’s love is he might cry and cry it’s simple, I can’t let him cry   Read my blog for my son Billy here.

© Guuye ~ Гүүеэ
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