From Mourn to a New Morning

Every year for the last 10 years since 1999, my good friend Mike will write poem to his beloved wife Rosie and publish a poem a year. Today is the 10th year of her passing and in today's Straits Times, it appears once more.

I read his poem with a tinge of sadness and a sense of forlorn hangs over me. A grieving friend who has lived in the long shadows of his beloved wife.

I share his loss and grief and pen my sentiments in the loving memory of Rosie,

The seasons have come and passed;
Your constant yearning and memory of Rosie will forever last.
Those winters have been long and the coldness bites;
I am sure Rosie will like to see you in a better light.
All the sorrows, pains and anguishes mysteriously melt
As long as in God's Hand you submit, they'll be dealt
Be strong and move on to your next mission.
For this life you live, live well with a passion.
Ten years has passed, ten summers of heat and ten winters of cold;
Enough sufferings, reminiscing and recounting;
In God's Land, Rosie is watching over you;
Pining that you'll live strong and live life with its many hues.
From mourn to the new morning;
Open your eyes, a new dawn appear before your eyes
A new dare, a new hope, and bid all yester-years good byes!

Michael, in memory of your wife Rosie