When you grow up my son
Remember what I say...
You trust that they won't let you down
But then they do...
They all connect so well
like missing pieces of the same puzzle...
I light a torch within this black
To show there is a way...
'Twas in a playground in a school upon a bended...
Adorned with autumn leaves and roots that wring...
It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world...
As many others the lad had lived
through pain and joy...
You came home that day
With three little baskets...
Happy birthday little one
Though you ain't so little now...
“Nanay, can you see me?”
You gave me a gentle nod...
Sure thing,
Fill up the carpet floor...
It came,
hushed and shy...