Grand Dad's Healing Oil

~~~~~~~^^^^^~~~~~~ Way back in year 1997 - When curiosity seeks for answers When everything seems like a GAME When our BACKYARD be my Rendezvous... I'm still young in that very year Aged 4 - time for " playfulness " There at the yard, grass nestled the loam soil Flowers blossom with a smile glimpsing on the golden daystar Birds sing with a lullaby together with the gust of the breeze Trees extinctly growing here in Philippines, seen - I don't even know their English translation But it's not the point here. . . Once, oh that's not just once I think it's already my fifth time to be hurt Not by love - still very young for it. But by my own thing - being so CLUMSY Playing hide-and-seek - Concealing in the Man-height Aromas Pretending not to be seen by anyone But that's for IMPOSSIBILITY.. I've seen - and I ran from the place where I hid To the Home Base to save myself But a 4-inched nail penetrate deep in my sole - feet It felt like I'm dying in my very young age Feeling of pain embraced me - seeking for a RELIEF... Like going Melted... Decaying - It really hurt a lot Weeks passed by - 18 days to be exact Nothing heals my wound - except for my GRAND DAD'S HEALING OIL... He's gone now, but the healing oil that keeps me alive Never been emptied in my HEART... Giving my second LIFE ---- ALMOST! ~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~