Three Poems on Mourning and Healing
Two days before your third month away You were back. The vacation must be good: I did not notice your white hairs or your blackheads. And I did not even look at your belly, or your battered hands. I just immediately saw you with your robust cheeks, all reddish and radiant. I missed you but longing melted right away when I held your warm hands, and you transfused to me your joy within. Did I just see eternal peace? By Gerlie M. Uy Copyright June 2016 **** With my father, 15 April 2016 You were lying on your bed, And playing with Lola Epyon. Crisp laughter I heard; I am not mistaken. I was surprised you were around And I came near you. You stood up beside me; I touched your bloated belly. Is it still painful 'Tay? You said, "Not anymore." "Oh, in heaven the pain is gone, But your belly is still bloating," I teased. Then, I held and kissed your hand; It was warm and aliv...