When we rang dear you on your last birthday,
We said why wouldn’t you apply for a passport,
We could meet you in Singapore in May,
You said I would not go to Singapore,
It’s too near,
I could visit there any time.
I would come and see you all in States and New York.
We had shared a good laugh.
Oh, how we love your undying spirit and humor.
When I visited you in May,
You said Julie and I come next year,
I promised to visit in next February,
You nodded and whispered ‘good’.
I told him to fight on, over this summer.
Holding your skinny hand,
I sat quietly by your bedside,
Next to tall Oxygen tanks,
I was saying prayers.
You said “I should run along,
Come back before you leave”.
I said, I would not know, if I could.
My stay was so short and tight.
We never say goodbye.
We would meet again next year.
I rang you from public phone at the airport.
To leave a few words……
With very heavy heart.
We know how much you love your FMA members,
They are your special family members,
And you are our special and beloved SaYaGyi, friend and
father.
Now that you are gone, gone to the yonder place,
How could we reach you and wish you?
How could we say, “SaYaGyi, Happy Birthday!”
Would you be waiting our calls up there?
Or send you a postcard with some silly notes?
No doubt, we love you very very much.
Happy Birthday, SaYaGyi!!!
We miss you very much.
BaKoGi
August 12th, 2012
9:50 pm
