The Old Picture
Old picture seldom
You can see them
I have the chance
To see one hid by time.
A photo album of my
Grandpa who still
About ten years old
Together with her mother
A pre-colonial spanish motiff
The mother wearing filipiniana
My granpa in spanish suit
Its tainted black and white
In the mid-40's to be exact.
The affluence appears in the dress
The jewelry are sparking
From necklace, earrings to rings
Speaks the rich colonial era.
My granpa is of Caucasian Spanish
Descent, demonstrate his long
Pointed nose and his white skins.
My grandpa is gone, we, his genes
Are continuing the goodness
And the good deeds of my granpa
He's a teacher but an a-class carpenter
By propession, he's character is strict
That he don't want others overseeing him
That traits we inherited until now.
The old picture hangs in the corner
Of the room and in our memory lanes.
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