still swinging at 89

and there she was, sitting silently, watching on as figments of her life played out right before her eyes. some sang while others clapped. some were busy with the camera while others were trying to light the candles. there they were, squeezed in the tiny restaurant, bustling with joy, warm and happiness.

today she was their centre, today she was the star. children, grandchildren and even great grandsons and great grand-daughters came from all over and crowded around her. she smiled, ever so slightly. what she really was thinking about no one really knew. but we knew she had much to be proud of. and likewise, we knew she had done her best as a mother, a grandmother, a great grandmother. happy birthday popo. you probably will never read this but know that you’ll always have us right here behind you.