Maria, a Poem of Regret
My beautiful sister, a generous friend
A responsible sister, we call our small mother
Always there reminding us 'mind your manners!'
a loving but bossy sister named Maria.
I used to envy her looks, brain, and her being mom's favorite.
I used to hate her being the eldest, hence should be followed and respected.
I used to compete and try to prove to her am more brainy and so should be the leader.
I used to reject her advances of friendship, care, and love.
Dear sister, if you can hear my soul, please forgive me.
I regret for not saying Thank You for paying my tuition fees and other bills.
I regret for not saying I Miss You during those years you cannot come home.
I regret for not saying I Care, knowing it means a lot to you.
I regret for not saying I Love You while you can still hear me.
Most of all, I regret for seeing you more as a rival rather than a sister.
From the last page of her journal:
Life is a continuum. You are born into this world with nothing and you go out with nothing. It has been a hard struggle for me being sick. I was thinking and preparing for retirement not knowing that the Primal Spirit had other plans for me. I have lung cancer and until now it seems to be just a nightmare that I can wake from but I have realized that this thing is for real. The tumor cells have invaded my brain and liver. It is growing so fast that I'm scared that I won't be able to go home as planned. Maria.
Maria was a nurse in Cabrini Hospital, New York for more than 2 decades. Three weeks after she came home, she died.