18.11.18

Eighteen Eleven Eighteen, how can I every forget
Oh you little one, you were almost heading there
I still remember the little you, funny as ever
You were just 13 when I met, filled with laughter

Sharing your awesome name since my birth
Breaks me apart to even remember
That you, suddenly are no longer with us
Eagerly waited to serve you and my husband together
with my cooking Just like how you requested

Even if you are not my nephew of blood
Even if you were faraway for studies for quite a while
You knew more than anyone how much we cared
You saw how much we adored
You know how much we were fond of you

Dearest just who became an adult almost 1 month before
How I wish I had one last chance to see how grown up you were than before
Your ambitious plans filled up the horizon
Your light spreaded all the way to the amazons

How proud we were, and how happy we are
You were the best of kind in a messed up dump like this
How I wish I could
Make you an ice milo, the way you always like
And hear you say, " Yumm, your Ice Milo, tastes the best"