To My 'Po Po' Contest.

Okay actually, the contest is called "To My Grandma/Grandpa"
but i call i entitled my entry as "To My Po Po"
Which basically means To my Grandma in chinese or dialect, or something.

Wanna read my entry?
Sure.
Here goes....................!





Dear Grandma,

Or more commonly known to me as ‘po po’ in Chinese.
My ‘Po po’ is 84 this year and maybe unlike most grandparents she has stroke. As such she is bed-ridden and is paralyzed from the head down, this also means that she cannot communicate with me verbally. But although she cannot talk, it doesn’t mean that we do not communicate at all. Our communication is one that goes beyond words. We reach out to her through our touch and feel to let her know we are there and that we still care.

I think it must be horrible, being paralyzed, being unable to verbalize your thoughts. Sometimes in the midst of absolute silence, I sit there next to my grandma and wonder what she is thinking about and how life must have been for her before she became paralyzed and after she had became paralyzed. Sometimes, I even wonder if she knows who I am.

The thing is, our mouth vocalizes our thoughts and thereby allowing us to know what a person is thinking about. But for my Grandma it is different. Very different because she cannot speak at all. So sometimes I don’t have a clue what is going on in her head and how she is feeling. At times, she even tears up and stares into the blank space as if watching a film with a gripping storyline. Sometimes, I really wish that I could take a dive into the deep end of her head to find out what is really going on. To reassure her at the same time when she gets tense and tightens all her facial and arm muscles. To calm her unreasonable fears. I really wish she could hear me say right at that moment, “Don’t worry po po, I am here. And everything is going to be alright.” But unfortunately, she can’t.

However, despite all these difficulties, I still spend time with her by simply sitting there with her, holding her wrinkled and feeble hand in mine. Allowing myself to get caught up in the moment with her. It’s really strange, but sometimes even in the silence; I can tell that she appreciates my presence and me just being there with her. I can tell because her eyes say it all. Its as if those two pupils are staring deep into my own and saying ‘Thank you so much my precious one.”

You know, sometimes I wonder how I would feel when my po po has passed on. Sure I would miss her, but I know for sure beyond any reasonable doubt that she has gone on to a better place.
A place, where she can not only feel and touch, but also talk.





Composed by Priscilla Lim Shan Pheng.

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Alrighty i got to get back to my studies,
Tata!