Thursday, July 15, 2010

UNTITLED POEM (for Rowena)


I’m tensed, my feet are cold
I have deep breath on my throat
Packing up the things I love
Can’t do them put all in my bag

The clock seems so fast running out
Mama, I’ll miss your care and touch
Kisses and tears better to see them not
Leaving is not easy much to turn back

With only few things on my wallet
I have but only prayers on my pocket
Alone myself, I’m ready to take off
To set my life in a whole new world

October 29, 1999
11:00 AM

This poem was made few minutes before the departure of Rowena Villegas, a more than acquaintance in our barrio. She had settled down to migrate in France with her husband Hamad.

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