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January 21, 2012
When I think valentines I think my very first valentines.
The woman who held me close and asked if I would be her valentine.
The thought that it would be totally uncool and weird for a mature lady to hold the hand of a younger.
Tormented by the little rejections everytime she offered her supporting hand.
Yet failed not to extend another offer aptly.
Mother of two who favoured neither. More she grew and grew yet noticed by no one she git her teeth through age sufferance and pining pains.
Like a destiny of eternal suffering, has one forgotten that maybe hell is precisely as described as life amongst the living? That loss, rejection, aches and pains are just the obvious stigma that living might just be the equalivant of dead in hell?
If we continued to be rotten in our very own personal and unique ways are we not turning hell around but presenting ourselves with pitchforks and bloodlust?
As a result of valentines day I’m making the world a better place. Make nobody lonely starting with the love of my life and breath of life – my mother.
Honestly, i’d ask my mother to be my valentine but I’m not sure if Evelyn would be open to that but as compelled as I am to declare the suffering the wrinkles have seen and the under appreciatedness of her worn hands. Maybe this year, dedicate your love the your unconditional love – mum or dad.
