I have for a number of years, written a poem on or around my birthday, looking back at the past year. Usually I love looking back at the events and lessons of life, but this year was a hard one. It is one of those years that everything else that happens will be remembered in relation to whether it was before or after that date.
Fifty-one
It‘s that calendar day when I check off another year
A year I could not imagine I’d live through
A year full of dates and events I shall never forget
A year with more tears than laughter
But in the end, the best of years
The year my son survived
Kampala, October 2017
A few words that say everything. So powerful Rilla
Thank you Rilla for this short poem, that says it all. It is a year all of us, who followed your little family close, will never forget.. all the best for your new year-
Rilla. I am back in Bangladesh for a while helping out with the Rohingya response. That was a pretty powerful poem on your son. We will survive. Many won’t. Love to you all.