A Visit

Finally you paid me a visit, Papa

Although only in a dream

I’ve waited long for this

There we were

Standing by your tomb

Under the shadow of the mighty acacia

We were alone

But I remember the cool breeze

Making wildflowers dance where we stood

I showed you your stone grave

You said nothing

Or I just can’t remember if you did

I didn’t see your face

How wonderful it must have felt

To see you smile once more

Will we see each other again?

Must it be in my sleep?

I miss you so

Pay me another visit soon, Papa

Don’t make me wait long again

I have many things to tell you

-- Quezon City

 12 October 2007

    1:48 pm