Barong Tagalog (a repost)

I heard the news of you leaving as someone from the other line was sobbing, crying, weeping. “He’s gone”, was all I can hear. I wept, I cried ’till I can’t cry anymore.

It was a warm summer morning.

You left without saying goodbye. Without notice. It broke my heart in pieces, I could die.

I told myself I’ll never go far away from you again, but what’s the point?

I was wounded, helpless, and even when far away an interrupted cry could be heard as I lament in desperation.

Distance is killing me.

The sun was shining but the rain came pouring when I flew back home to bid my goodbye.

You were smiling. You felt rested. And you look handsome as ever. I smiled back looking at you as I said “your barong Tagalog looks perfect on you”. I blew you a kiss like I used to.

I was ushered away, away from your side.

 

 

 

 

 

Note:  The Barong Tagalog, more commonly known as simply barong (and occasionally called baro), is an embroidered formal shirt and considered the national dress of the Philippines.
In Filipino culture it is a common formal attire

 

I am reposting this for Eugi’s prompt -Summer
Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Summer”, June 22, 2020

 

 

Published by michnavs

Philippine-born Michelle Navajas, currently residing in Malaysia. Michelle authored the book “After – Rain Skies: A Million Stars” for PWW during their Million Stars campaign. Graduated with a Master of Education majoring in English in the Philippines, Michelle was a former college professor, teaching literature, speech & oral communication, creative writing, drama and theatre arts. Michelle is active in her writing profession and works as freelance creative writer. Michelle passionately blogs at www.michnavs.wordpress.com, where you can find her prose and poetry on love, life, motherhood and her advocacy on abuse and violence.

52 thoughts on “Barong Tagalog (a repost)

  1. Beautiful tribute, you have emphasised the importance love every day to forget the annoying things as it make life miserable. I remember very well going to see my father in hospital and he was no longer there daunting to find emptiness.

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  2. My tears are flowing as I read this…a powerful writing, SweetMich.
    Everyone who has felt that heartbreak and loss understands your pain and emotions.
    I felt honored to be at my parents bedsides while they were in their last week of life.
    (((HUGS))) ❤

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