Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport
as the daughter’s departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate, they hugged
and the mother said: “I love you and I wish you enough.”
The daughter replied, “Mom, our life together has been more than enough.
Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Mom.”
They kissed and the daughter left.
The mother walked over to the window where I sat.
Standing there, I could see she wanted and needed to cry.
I tried not to intrude on her privacy but she welcomed me in by asking,
“Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?”
“Yes, I have,” I replied. “Forgive me for asking but why is this a forever good-bye?”
“I am old and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is the next trip
back will be for my funeral,” she said.
When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, “I wish you enough.
” May I ask what that means?”
She began to smile. “That’s a wish that has been handed down from other generations.
My parents used to say it to everyone.”
She paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in
detail and she smiled even more.
“When we said ‘I wish you enough’ we were wanting the other person to have
a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them”.
Then turning toward me, she shared the following, reciting it from memory,
“I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.”
She then began to cry and walked away.
They say…., it takes
a minute to find a special person.
an hour to appreciate them.
a day to love them.
and an entire life to forget them.
– Author Unknown
Shared from Love Is The Answer
– mei –
when the sun began to set, the red of twilight dims
she staring far to the sky edges
with flowers in her grips
the white doves marching home, take along the hopes and dreams
flying among the dark gray clouds
avoid the promise to be fulfilled
the moon reluctant to smile, the stars twinkling lazy
the song of night start singing
penetrating deep into soul
the song of night sounded away, fading along with hopes
let the flowers dry in her hugs
carve the sorrow of waiting
– mei –
when the sun rises
the flowers and leaves humming
crochet the spirit of today
if the sun is sad
the sky became overcast
creating restless and agitated
seizing the spirit of today
if the sun cry
the water falling on the earth’s lap
moistens the day’s hope
postpone the trip of today
now the sun sets
releasing today’s fatigue
the haze started spread among of night
carves a dream for a better tomorrow
– mei –