My Father, like the usual other
Wants to show he is a hardowrker

I know his rags-to-money story
And money-to-rags tragedy

When I began to be world conscious
His presence I consider precious

When still a child I never sleep
When he’s not yet hope from work and trip

I even used to take a night bath
To welcome him back

And I’ll smell good when he kisses me
Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy

Yet, I was always excited ‘coz
There’s always a pasalubong dose

Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks
Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest

After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church
He would buy me goto and Yakult

I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”
While in Las Piñas was the last one

When Angel and SM Southmall born
Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn

What I only hate during weekends
I was tasked to pick his white hair strands

Once he told me tales of Dumarao
And when we’re already here now

I felt a little bit of jealous
To my cousins whom he seemed so close

Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies
Which for me, costly, can cause disease

I succeed not to follow his flaw
Thanks God who understands I forgo

Whatever bad things I have in me
Have done to others and/or Thee

It’s not my father’s fault anymore
So God please save him from dishonor

For I still love Tatay with all my heart!

-11/28/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection