The night is lit in the dawn of day.
While crickets sing in a united lullaby.
Starlights flicker from far away.
While I hear people as they sigh,
As they watch and give you their last goodbye.
Six months of pain and here we are now.
When you lay down and rest in peace.
No need to answer questions of what, when, where, and how.
Now the pain is gone; be at ease.
You have your wings. Now you are granted release.
Your memories are planted in the flowers you sowed.
These candas and roses will bloom your soul.
They will soon wilt and be nature’s dirge or ode.
From the rich stanzas of pink to that of hues of washed coal.
And the summary of colors in the Milky Way’s hole.
My last goodbye for you is barred by your frosted coffin.
And you can no longer give me you last goodbye.
You are now resting in your ephemeral inn.
Off you go up in the sky.
With the unspoken speech of a butterfly.
(After 6 months of battling with breast cancer, my tita, Arlete, succumbed on April 15, 2016. I may not be able to help you alleviate the pain but I know my silent and unending prayers reached Him to help you.
To those who are silently battling with cancer of any forms, I give you my virtual hug and inner peace that I have nourished amidst travails.
“When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt)
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