Jose Radin Llorca Garduque Poet Rhyme

72 My Father

72.

My Father



My Father, like the usual other

Wants to show he is a hardworker



I know his rags-to-money story

And money-to-rags tragedy



When I began to be world conscious

His presence I consider precious



When still a child I never sleep

When he's not yet home from work and trip



I even used to take a night bath

To welcome him back



And I'll smell good when he kisses me

Shaved beard, moustache – my cheeks make itchy



Yet, I was always excited ‘coz

There's always a pasalubong dose



Gatorade, Chokolait, other drinks

Canned Bear Brand – we chill and drink contest



After Sunday Mass in Five Wounds Church

He would buy me goto and Yakult



I missed too his ‘pinapaitan”

While in Las Piñas was the last one



When Angel and SM Southmall born

Jollibee was Sunday hour sojourn



What I only hate during weekends

I was tasked to pick his white hair strands



Once he told me tales of Dumarao

And when we're already here now



I felt a little bit of jealous

To my cousins whom he seemed so close



Worse, I was annoyed of his hobbies

Which for me, costly, can cause disease



I succeed not to follow his flaw

Thanks God who understands I forgo



Whatever bad things I have in me

Have done to others and/or Thee



It's not my father's fault anymore

So God please save him from dishonor



For I still love Tatay with all my heart!



-11/28/2011

(Dumarao)

*First Incubus Collection

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