Isang tulang hindi matapos-tapos.
Sa loob ng mahigit na 2 taong paglisan ni Ama, ngayon lamang ako nagkalakas ng loob i post itong tulang ito… hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ito tapos i-edit… maraming error sa grammar, cliche, at hindi poetic ang dating… pero i po-post ko na, kasi, birthday n’ya ngayon…
Letting go (Sa alaala ni Ama)
As I enclose his frail, wrinkled hand in mine
I look away to hide a tear that escapes my eye…
Outside, a powerful hawk flaps its mighty wings
And prepares to take off to claim his kingdom once again.
I blink on its sideway stare
That seems to hesitate for a moment,
Before moving on to its journey.
As it mingles with dark orange haze of the sun,
The heavens seem to open and shower it with glorious light.
Whilst it willfully and gracefully glides towards the horizon
Where heaven and earth seem to meet,
The sun waits, to welcome it with warm embrace.
The hand I’m holding turned cold.
Its warmth never coming back, forever we are bound to part.