We mixed colors from childhood
with gentle tones that came with time
gave birth to a generation
that became the pride of our prime

Those were days of joys un-ending
you think we won't see anymore
'Cause where we find ourselves these days
we have never been to before

Each place in life brings adventure
meant to try us all of our days
To test resolve and resilience
that we apply to each new phase

We will always have a purpose
as now I am called Papa Tate
To tell you the truth I love it
being a grandfather is great

Tate

being a grandmother is everything
joyful
love unending
a time to spoil
and a time to grin
we say yes
even when parents say no
that's what we do
we love them
squeeze them
hug them
while all along
we are flying high

It is not only on her birthday, and the day she left
i remember her everyday...without fail
her thoughts visit me when i rise in the morning
she hints to me what she'd do if she were in my shoes
at night, i whisper, "talk to me...in my sleep..."

in my dreams, our eyes seldom meet...she's younger now,  lovelier
always busy pruning her bougainvillas and dama de noche,
the usual scene....maybe, she's telling me this is how it's going to be
that everything would be okay, even when i, too, am gone.

it's like, she's just outside, tending her garden
it's like she's absent, just traveling, for a while.

in the minds of my children and grandchildren
my siblings and their families
her memories play on and on, like a record spinning on a turntable
she's a serenade...a classical piano piece that won't fade
my late mother...she's a song that will not die.



Sally
Copyright May 7, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan