Since I was young,
I was taught to stay,
hug, and kiss good bye.
But right now,
I'd never thought
that you wouldn't
hear our last good bye.

Every time I would see you,
I would be prim and proper.
And each time I see you,
You're surprised I've grown taller.

Each  day you'd go
and come back home,
you never forgot the people
who's welcome you home.

Though we never talked,
nor had real conversations,
you still thought of us
at least in some occasions.

You wouldn't know,
and probably never would,
but I dream for you to be proud,
like a little girl should.

I dreamed of talking about,
what I can and could do.
To make you laugh
with the jokes I learned at school.

I'm not even eighteen,
but I see you here,
and I wish to see you living
and welcoming us somewhere.

We rarely see each other,
but it is always a fun time.
And we'd wait again,
to hear a call from you chime.

To you, my dear Ninong,
I never asked much.
But I  wish one more day,
to be with you and have lunch.

But your eyes rest,
all we hear is silence.
And we wish to see you again
even with patience.

With our hearts mourning,
We ask God that you're in heaven.
I give you my last farewell,
hoping you're enlightened.