From almost a year to ten years
It's not any easier as more time passes by
I know your both flying sky high
You watch over all of us each and every day
Sending us little signs that we know your ok
From a penny on the ground, a cardinal flying by, a song to play, or a spider crawling around
It's the little things that remind us of you
We miss you so much, Happy Father's Day to you

Dad and Harold we miss you dearly and we love you with all of our hearts.

Timothy (my dad), Hilda (my mom),
Weasel, & Sally A Bayan

*~Marian~

Timothy,
For always being there.
For caring.
For loving me; You don't even know me.

*Thanks

He is the buddha in their household.

When he arrives from work,
his two elder daughters run to his sides
already holding their guitars,
wanting to start jamming with him
right there and then.

The two younger ones
stand close to his feet,
waiting to be swung with his arms
as soon as he puts down
his heavy black bag.

His third daughter just hugs him tight,
his tummy choking within her tiny arms.

Right now, he is walking on air,
smiling widely, as his five girls
give him their  gifts of homemade
loom bands and paper robots,
as they all  greet him loudly---
"happy father's day, daddy!"

He is my son, Norman,
he is the father of my five
granddaughters...

He is the buddha in their
household....


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

I never got to meet my father...
He died when I was nine months old,
But his presence, I always felt
While I was growing up,
Even up to this day...

He would often visit me in my dreams,
Told me not to worry or despair,
Took my hand,
Told me I could go with him..
Which I almost did...

A few times, in high school
I felt a light push on my back
When my Home Economics teacher
Almost caught me nodding...I was
Too bored, to focus on her sewing lessons...

I was always saved from falling
Each time I climbed the guava tree...
I feel some kind of force stopping me,
Standing ahead of me,
Whenever I cross the street, even now...

My late aunt said she found me
Looking up and giggling
When at three or five years old,
I played by myself beside
My father's tall and sturdy book case...

I see his face when I go through
His dwindling collection of
Edgar Allan Poe books, including his
Law books, and a few western pocketbooks left,
All, with mottled pages now...

The matrimonial bed he shared
With my late mother is still in use...
His portrait is hung on our wall...
Today, the fifteenth of June, his birthday,
I look through his eyes, and-----

In silence, I greet him,
"Happy birthday, papa,
Happy Father's Day, as well."
In my mind, my father lives,
And my own stories of him therein dwells...

Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Sorrow felt by both of us
Heartache only God can heal
As I whisper across the wind
"I can feel your pain and sorrow
Come, I love you dearly
We feel the same pain
And the wounds on our hearts
Have shed the same blood
Perhaps we can both
Comfort each other
As we feel the same pain"
Loving minds remember
And hearts open with love and mercy
Compassion how I strongly feel
And my heart goes out to you
Sorrow felt by both of us
I truly feel your pain
And though my words
Humble though they be
I hope you will in them
Comfort and solace find
To make your heart heal
For there is an everlasting peace
That comes from above
I hope you understand,
My dear one
That I feel your pain
This sorrow felt by both of us
And one day
We will see
Our loved ones again
God promises that
Rainbow promises
Breathed on a rose scented air
Sorrow felt by both of us

*~Marian~

This is the day,
It's time for me to say,
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
And I hope it will be special in everyway!
There's cake and ice-cream too,
For a Dad who's kind, loyal, and true,
So this is without doubt the day,
For me to say,
"HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!"
Because you're the brightest sunray!

*~Marian~