
She fades beyond reach.
Talking halfway. Pausing.
She stares without blinking.
Then she’s back to now.
The fall, she weeps.
The worst awaited.
A stomach bleed. Pain!
Of nightmares in hospitals.
It’s been a few weeks.
The mind playing tricks.
Back home, yet not there.
The hospital her reality.
There is pain; confusion!
The past emerging often.
Lost beyond; back here.
Fear of being abandoned.
Of friends visiting.
Names of long gone.
Of family she sees.
They, who are not here.
She forgets me.
A stranger to her.
I call out to her.
Mum! I am here.
Her shakey hands grip mine.
She holds unto this for today.
Now here, sometimes not.
I try to stay strong for her.
By C.E. Pereira
(10-4-2019)
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I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique.
Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems.
I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination.
To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome.
Sincerely,
C.E. Pereira
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Still praying for you and your mother. Stay strong.
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God bless you always.🍀
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