Dear Ruth,
it’s okay not to be perfect
to have that birth mark
which they call it dark
like the night on which you were born
rosy cheeks, frowning lips you were
just like your grandmother’s wish
it’s okay not to be always strong
when you wake up alone
in sweat and half remembered dread
for you don’t fight each battle
you lose some but win those which matter
it’s okay to be an emotional mess
staring into the starry night
wishing upon the falling star
to make your world stop
from falling apart
it’s okay to cry, sob and scream
i know not everything is a dream
you were always held accountable
for the children you had to raise
since your mother passed away
on a highway far away
but, you were just a child
when you learned to feed
and dress yourself fine
looking after your sister
or a crying brother
Oh dear Ruth,
how much I wish I could tell you
how much I love you,
from all those freckles on your nose
to all those dreams that you wrote
to travel, to fall in love
and to have a family
if I could say one more thing
before the destiny intervened
it is that, to run, to fly and to bloom
Because time runs out too soon
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