a youngerr GOOD FRIDAY

Adapted from Lisa Jewell's 31 Dream Street:

Young
I saw you yesterday.
You wore an old lady's nightdress, it wasn't yours.
You were young.
I saw you the day before.
You wanted to dance, but you couldn't get out of bed.
You were young.
last Christmas you were young, in a holly print apron
and a tissue hat.
and every birthday of my life. In mini skirts and maxi
skirts, hair long and short. Home-made cakes and jam harts.
Young. And beautiful.
Soon it will be winter.
I will be older.
You will be young.
I'll look in the mirror, see a grey hair.
A boy will call to me in the street,
Hey! Old man!
Still, you will be young.
Young and beautiful.
For all your days.

this poem is written by one of the protagonist in the story. he worte it a day after his mother's funeral. young.. depicting his mother's long-lasting, eternal youthfulness after she dies. been trying to pay attention in lit class so as to improve my essays!!!!! i must do well in lit!!!

next week is investiture. its raining outside.. its been like this for consecutive years i gather, since its GOOD FRIDAY. God sent his begotten son to this world to die for our sins. that explains the melancholic mood i'm in now. although i just finished the 461 page book. now i need to do a fantastic job for my PI. my morning duty is a back-up annoucer. yup.. well.. its not biggie just that i'm a back-up again haha.. well. i can help up with the flag rising i suppose. haha jia you! haha

GOD LEAD AND GUIDE ME!!

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