Got two flowers before thee
From Uncle Jake’s eulogy –

The first one was yesterday
At ‘bout twelve-thirty midday
In front CapSU-D Admin
Where with others ‘twas standin’
But inside my shirt’s pocket
Pumped already when I get

So this day his burial
While in offering floral
When with others I aligned
Got another of same kind
Along with “Lead Me Lord” song
Unnoticed amidst the throng

After got the second one
At post-necro sun was gone
To cemetery onward
For minutes, rain poured so hard
Carless, like us, stopped awhile
Till sun again showed its smile

Burial to be continued
On cemetery we should
After Uncle Jake’s son cried
Last bundles I picked with pride
Thought me I’ll change my flower
But oh! I’d to turn over

And oh! Poked Nene Intan
I got again another one
Of same color, same specie
White orchid – I got with glee
Then finally, I threw it
Inward my Uncle Jake’s pit

Yet now that I have my third
Its origin turned absurd
Confusion into my mind
Memory wants a rewind
From where did I really take
This orchid for Uncle Jake –

Was it from those turned over?...
Or from the stem thrown under?...
Anyway, this white orchid
Is for sure my greatest bid –
It heard the priest’s liturgy
Being teacher’s praiseworthy.

-01/22/11
(Dumarao)
*wants a unique poetry habit: Ode to the 7 Flowers of 2011