Pink crepe myrtle -- maybe one of many hybrids developed by the National Arboretum --
Photo copyright Kyi May Kaung.
The Grim Reaper is Always Grim.
She wanted to be an actress, so my father took her to see A1 Studios.
She married well and had four children.
She nursed the twins through dengue haemorrhagic fever.
She was always well groomed and had taste in her clothes.
You could not tell she had cancer and was dying.
She always stayed in touch.
She listened to me on the radio.
She wanted change.
She liked drawing family trees.
She introduced me to someone famous.
She sent me Maddhi Dewi's Ode to the Himalayas and asked to see
my translation.
Her brother also died of cancer.
Her mother died of Alzheimers, in her house.
Her daughter says she "suffered a lot before
she let go of her life
but she did not suffer long."
Rest in Peace, H.H.
You did well.
Poem copyright Kyi May Kaung.
