The days I counted,
The weeks I memorized,
The months I recalled,
The years I reminisced,
Your memories remained.
You are a sweet mother.
A girl I remember.
A woman so desirable.
A God-fearing, so lovable.
What else I can recall?
I was too young to get to know you,
I was too fragile to cradle at you,
But, too happy to see you.
I was only two years old longing for you.
Mama, why did you leave me?
Mama, are you sad and not happy?
Mama, am I not worthy of your love and empathy?
Mama, are you carrying a heart so heavy?
Why Mama, please tell me?
You left me with Papa,
Who faced the dilemma,
He prefers to leave in an old era,
Trying to forget a nightmare and trauma,
Of living without you, Mama.
Two years after, I was at the hospital.
I was bedridden and no longer vocal.
In my entire body, measles spread suddenly.
Red spots and rashes sprouting totally.
Leaving me weak; I cried heavily.
I cried while shouting your name.
I hugged Papa while calling your name.
I want to see you beside me.
I want to feel your embrace with me.
Mama, please come back to me.
Papa begged me to stop crying.
He wants my tears to stop falling.
He can’t bear seeing me weeping.
Until I finally closed my eyes into sleeping.
And kiss my forehead while sitting.
Papa took the responsibility.
On being a father and a mother to me.
He showered his love without envy,
To heal my heart from a lonely misery.
Your son is alive, Mama; death became a mystery.
More than twenty years have passed,
Papa closes his eyes and later was buried.
Death took him away from me and I bereaved.
Losing him; I was never prepared,
And missing him; I never regretted.
I thanked God that I am still living.
For strengthening my faith and keep on believing.
Praying that one day, me and Papa will smile together.
You and I will hug each other,
To complete the broken pieces of my heart, I longed forever.