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We were in the cemetery Afternoon of June 29 It was his birthday Another birthday without the celebrant Mother placed yellow candles over him And sunflowers over the grass His favorite color 40 years of life 8 years gone Or 8 years in another world If you believe in that stuff I walked around And saw others' resting grounds Some dead before I was even born Others dead at the prime of childhood Simple tombstones, mausoleums, caskets A burial was taking place on the other street Mourners dressed in dark shades A priest, the only one in white I was wearing white My mother was wearing violet After the niceties and the prayers We had a little picnic Chicken Adobo Mom tries her best But can't replicate the flavour of his I reminisce of my days of innocence In the green gate of the school When he picks me up The gray sand of Baler Where he grew up The brown hills of bohol My first plane ride I was now 8 years in disbelief 8 years in trouble 8 years in agony The salt of the meal moves me to tears Imperfect replicas of perfect memories But I can't let myself cry I remembered suddenly the night before In a quick glance I thought I saw his face in the mirror But it was just my tired face I was listening to "Bato sa Buhangin" by Cinderella On the drive home I listened to the same song It was his favourite He could play the melody with a guitar Something I've been practicing for a while now But fail to do At home On the bed before I sleep It finally erupts And I say to myself "Father, why did you leave us!"
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Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
In the cemetery
We were in the cemetery Afternoon of June 29 It was his birthday Another birthday without the celebrant Mother placed yellow candles over him And sunflowers over the grass His favorite color 40 years of life 8 years gone Or 8 years in another world If you believe in that stuff I walked around And saw others' resting grounds Some dead before I was even born Others dead at the prime of childhood Simple tombstones, mausoleums, caskets A burial was taking place on the other street Mourners dressed in dark shades A priest, the only one in white I was wearing white My mother was wearing violet After the niceties and the prayers We had a little picnic Chicken Adobo Mom tries her best But can't replicate the flavour of his I reminisce of my days of innocence In the green gate of the school When he picks me up The gray sand of Baler Where he grew up The brown hills of bohol My first plane ride I was now 8 years in disbelief 8 years in trouble 8 years in agony The salt of the meal moves me to tears Imperfect replicas of perfect memories But I can't let myself cry I remembered suddenly the night before In a quick glance I thought I saw his face in the mirror But it was just my tired face I was listening to "Bato sa Buhangin" by Cinderella On the drive home I listened to the same song It was his favourite He could play the melody with a guitar Something I've been practicing for a while now But fail to do At home On the bed before I sleep It finally erupts And I say to myself "Father, why did you leave us!"
#death#father#life
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levrosario
27/M/Philippines
Oct 2, 2021
Oct 2, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
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