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!
~~~~~~~~~~^^^^^^~~~~~~~
Copyright © Jun-Jun Villanueva | Year Posted 2011
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