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
