By: Angel Vic S. Tecson
I
remember,
the wide
brown beach
Begging
me not to leave-
The tears
that never stopped – farewell
for I was
leaving so long.
The light
left on for me in the hall.
The trips
on the game mahjong-
the time
you kept me from harm
Whenever
I needed you
It was
your shoulder I turned to.
I was
here in Manila-
The
hospital care,
You in a
wheelchair;
The
feelings that you weren’t okay.
The days
you couldn’t go out to play;
I was
told in a summer day,
That you
had forever gone away.
The
funeral room full of fears.
Fathers
eyes full of tears,
Everyone
at the plaza
There was
no shoulder,
Tears
fell on my blouse
The pain
I felt,
All of it
still I haven’t dealt.
I wish I
could’ve said goodbye.
Maybe now
I wouldn’t cry.
I know
you miss me,
Why
couldn’t you stay?
I still
miss you to this day.
Grandpa,
I’m home.
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