10 Marso 2009
Ngayon sana ang iyong kaarawan, Daddy.
Isa pa sanang taon na mahahagkan ka
ni Mommy samantalang pinipisil ninyong kapwa
ang mga guhit ng inyong palad.
Umuulan ng tuyong dahon sa labas ng inyong silid.
Isang pares lamang ng mga matang
ang ngayo’y nakakapagmasid.
Isa man lamang
sa mga dahong iyon
ay may mga ugat
na salamin ng iyong palad
Na hindi na masasalat.
10 March 2009
Today would have been your birthday, Daddy.
It would have been one more year to make
a kiss linger with Mommy as you both pressed
the lines in each other’s palms.
Dry leaves rain down outside your bedroom.
Only one pair of slowly
watch them cascade.
Perhaps but one
of those leaves
of your palms
Now beyond touch.
Memory and imagination. Here they come together in place of absences and distances. My father passed away when our kids were under a year old. I was not there with him.