i was four years old
when i first wrote you a poem
it was a cute little one
as i can still remember
the funny rhymings i did

i was four years old
when i read that poem to you
on grandpa's wake, one night
you said it was pretty cool
that i got this thing from you

i was four years old
when you cried and held my hand
as i read my poem to you
and tell you how much i love you

days are gone and time passed by
like how the seasons change that fast
it was one afternoon after school
when i received the news
"grandma's gone now."

it was not easy that day
neither the days after you were gone
at least i had the chance to hug you
one last time, even if you wont hug me back
i know even if cant see you physically
i know you were there beside me
hugging me back too

the clouds were gloomy that day
as if a storm's about to come
but something like that would never tell me
that we can always be blue
because i will always remember how you tell me, 'even if it hurts, smile like you always do'

even when i close my eyes
i see you smiling at me
telling me the stories of your life in 1940s
something i will never be tired of listening

i was supposed to read this on your wake
but i was not ready to face an audience
and i decided to write it down here
thinking that maybe you're reading this
from up there


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