lying on a hammock
swinging
rocking
to the beat of my pulse

under the cool shadows
the sun
leaks through the leaves
its warmth
flushing my cheeks

a soft bark
loud engines
the sweet aroma
of freshly baked bread
then his voice

singing to me softly
with native words
i have yet to understand
i only care for this soothing song

looking beyond the leaves
through the shining sun
at the clear sky
his song lulls me to sleep


'look, look what i made!'
praising me so much
though all i presented
were clumsy strokes

i watch him
his sturdy
yet gentle hands
maneuvering the same pencil i used
the blank paper
came to life

'i want to do that too'
he laughs
so happily
as though i uttered
such a joke

embedded with years
of harship
each one
carved with each wrinkle

his smiling face
was the most beautiful


painted with
red, orange, and violet
the sunrise came to greet us
that morning

its time for me
to pick flowers
for the altar
'which one
will it be today?'

walking with him
through the garden
he cherished so

'the flowers are blooming
to greet you'
so young
so naive
i believed
every word


'hurry
we're about to leave'
so excited
off to another country
a new place
with new people

i know he won't be coming with us
but i'm not so sad
i hold him tightly
his heart beating so strong
his scent reminding me of home

'i'll see you again soon'
his words
so believable

6 six of age
on my way
to a place
so foreign
not once
did i shed a tear

16 years of age
i compensated well for that

walking through
the very same door
as i did 10 years ago
he's the first one i see
resting
in a bed so white
behind glass
surrounded
by love
and that nostalgic aroma

'i'm home'

as though merely sleeping
he still welcomes me
with the same
joyful face

finally a reunion
so bittersweet


3 weeks
not enough
but if it were anymore than that...

'hurry
we're about to leave'
the sun
barely rising
outside
the garden
is left untouched

my clumsy fingers
strumming
guitar strings
sitting there
waiting to go back
to a place
not-so-foreign anymore

singing
to him
on the very same place
where he showed me
how to use
a pencil
to create
something beautiful

where he'd cradle me
on his lap
teaching me
how to arrange
flowers for the altar

the place where
he slept peacefully
on his white bed
the house
still surrounded
with love


see you soon...


C:
<3