The Swing

17 years ago, my grandma used to put me on this swing.

I sit on her lap, observing her wrinkled pair of hands.

17 years after, I came back to Ipoh and the swing is still there.

But grandma is no longer there. Only memories are left behind.

I get emotional every time looking at this picture.

It carries such a heavy meaningful message which cannot be folded by words.

Am grateful to freeze all these memories in this piece of picture.

Hoping that every time I see it, I see you too grandma.