My Mummy.

You were a kind and wonderful soul,

Always giving, always so protecting,

Though at times you were temperamental,

But yet you were always loving,

You are the only one in the world who could make me cry and laugh at the same time,

Oh, how i remember the times when you would not spare the rod,

So that i would not be spoiled,

And later cheer me up with a big hug, a "Sorry", and a warm smile,

Oh, how i miss those the times when we used to make funny faces at each other,

And i would end up laughing the hardest,

Its unfortunate because people learn to appreciate others more only once they have left,

I am one of those people.

There is not a single day that goes by without me thinking...

"What if I had spent more time with you – instead of going out late at night with friends?"

"What if I was the one who said sorry first?"

"What if...?"

I'm sorry.

I realize now that you only wanted the best for me in life,

And you have given me the best of life over the last 22 years,

And i thank you,

For every single second, minute, hour, and day we were together,

I love you.

By: Tan Eng Soon Marcus

This is one of my posts for news in
Segmen Ilham Kreatif on my course's
online news portal: Mention Online

Dreamt of Mummy

Last night, i dreamt of Mummy. I woke up in tears.

It was so touching. I actually felt her. Sob.

In the dream, as far as i can remember, we were in KL. Somewhere near Sogo. The Odeon Cinema was an open mosque in the dream. Its kinda hard to describe, but I'll do my best.

It had the same kind of white camp for roof like those in front of Bukit Jalil LRT station.

And there we were, walking slowly on the pavement, going home. I felt like the world was just Mummy and me, although there were other pedestrians around. She was wearing a scarf.

As we walked, we saw a taxi drive up before us, and some passengers got off. As odd as this may sound, the taxi then made a U-turn -- at least not those you see on action packed movies -- at the end of the road and sped off. Rather peculiar, i must say. =)

Then just ahead, the Sikh family that just got off the taxi was led into the mosque by a female Sikh, a converted Islam who donned a head scarf (tudung). She smiled warmly towards us.

As we passed her at the entrance, a pair of mamaks guys came up towards us and checkily smiled and asked, "You Islam ka?" Haha. Yeap.. you read right, they used "You" and had a rather Cina apek-ish slang. LoL.

Mummy and I just smiled and shook our heads, meaning no.

Then a taxi drove up beside us. The driver indicated to us to get in. Mummy asked me if i wanted to take the taxi.

I said, "Nevermind lah Mummy, we should save money. We could just walk up to the stand ahead and wait for the bus at Sogo."

Mummy smiled back. We continue to walk slowly to the bus stand.

As we walked, i put my hands on her left shoulder, hugging her (i was on her right) and rested my head on her right. Then she said to me, "You don't have to wory okay... At home you can just talk to me. I love you."

I agreed.

Then as i walked with her, i teared in the dream.

All of a sudden, i felt warm trinkets of tears rolling across my eyes and..... pooff!!

I woke up.

And that was my dream of Mummy. I hope she visits me again. Miss you Mummy...!!

H.U.L.A.!