Seeing My Youth
He comes again this year
With him my buried relatives
I welcome them with warm feelings
All day everyday for a month or more
Uncertain confusing it will be pretty bemusing
I see it everyday now
Video Game Consoles
Dress ups for parties
Christmas amusement parks
first love
Easily calling today
Nostalgia gnawing
Im choked up in tears
Non stop cold rain
On top of the Christmas weather
My Papa's love
Enveloping me
Santa making it cheery
Lola and lolo visiting
Daddy and Mommy chiming in
Youd think it would be a boy
I thought it could have been him
Cruelly mistaken
Can never shake this feeling
Dead family never lost but painful so it seems
Noche Buena on the 24th
Media Noche on New Year
Parol lit all month
Simbang gabi
All hope and peace
Without these we are lost
We must need these
It comes every year
Dousing it wont work
We must need it because we live through it
But then wait, for sweetness
I hold dear to the living
Only solution to shake gloom away
More resplendent than sleeping it off with kerosene
I know that now, sobered, I see it much better
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