MOM'S UNFULFILLED DREAM

I  guess it was August when we spoke about 9 years ago
Said she was happy but it was time, time for her to go...
She told me about how good life was, but she was tired
8 years of dialysis, the pain, the bother, said teary eyed

Gotten use to to that kind of talk, thought it but a joke
But after a month she died in her sleep, 'twas a stroke
Dad's heart was broken but glad her pains have ended
Those trying years all  doubts and cracks were mended

Mom told me to take care of  Dad and lead a new life
Dad is so easy to love so he should find another wife
The years he spent taking care of her even in sickbed
He deserve to be happy with someone who really cared

As fate would have it,  only had one unfulfilled dream
She'll never get to see the whole family together again
But its God will each one of us have to live his own life
We've had our time, move on and forget all the strife ...

The fruits really are not meant to go back to its tree
Each one get detached, the to fulfill his own destiny
At least we've had some memories to share,  so pray
Love was never lost, time, and soon it will find its way

I feel sad, I feel detached, gotta admit life's like that
Something I learned. and something we've always had,
Dad and I are of the same mold although we're far apart ...
And there are voids to fill in some  place inside our heart 

Both short fused, easy to anger, damn too impatient
We have to keep our hands busy for time well spent
Sometimes misunderstood and seem distant, uncaring
But deep inside we care, we're that good in pretending
                         


Its sad to think that Mom's dream of seeing us embracing each other will never be fulfilled. Dad is fading and once he is gone, the tie that binds us will be weaken and maybe only the civility will remain. Our next generation will even be more detached than we were for it was never cultivated to be on the same wave length.

But that's how things are and maybe the best thing to do is move on and continue doing what each family has been doing. Too much had been said, there is no way to bridge the gaps. More words will just create darker clouds. Blood relations is something that can never be denied so once everybody is doing fine and no one will come knocking with a begging bowl at hand, the future will all be fine. And maybe Mom's dream will be fulfilled some time ...