i would never forget the times i am begging for you to stay i am grateful for those times you left me waiting; uncertain i know how your heart breaks more than mine but that taught me love’s greatest lesson to look beyond what eyes can see to feel loved beyond hugs and kisses and warm embraces especially at times when you are near me yet a single glimpse is not possible these times when love is love regardless of and no matter what these times when love is love even if it felt like a glassful water splashed, suspended in the air not knowing when to fall not knowing how to land unbroken unshattered unhurt these times.
if you need permission to go i set you free i’m sorry it took me years to do it with glee i’m sorry i didn’t dare to do it sooner i’m sorry for losing you i couldn’t bear.
i am grateful for your love all through these years i am grateful for the many chances and many tears i am grateful for all the times you let me be i am grateful for the moments you stayed with me.
i love you even if you are near or far i love you even if you live elsewhere i love you even if i don’t see you around i love you even if i don’t hear your sound
i would love to have your arms around me i would love to have your smile to see i would love to have your hug to hold i would love to have your hand to hold
but that is not possible for now so if you need permission to go i set you free, i let you go you deserve it from me
some people need permission to go and i did not give that to you it took me decades to let you go and now, it’s time for you to go
love liberates and i liberate you from my love.
Maya Angelou has always been my favorite American poet and civil rights activist. Maya Angelou speaks about the power of love to liberate the human spirit. She speaks of how her mother’s love liberated her to become her fullest self and how Maya’s love liberated her mother at the end of her mother’s life.
And when i saw Sadje’s photo prompt today, i was reminded of my Papa. the boat is and has always been symbolic of the fact that i have had separation “problems” with my father ever since i was a kid. i hate to see him leave for long days of work. why the boat? because i grew up spending my summer vacations in Boracay with the rest of my siblings and my father. and the boat is the only means of transportation to go and leave the island. and at the end of our summer vacation, i could not even bear the idea of looking at the boat because it will signify us leaving the island.
when my father died years ago, i was devastated (i was already an adult when he died) for one, i didn’t get to see him before he died. and years after i still feel like a am still holding on to him. there are days when i had to blame him for not waiting for me. there are days when i wanted him so bad because i am in such a big mess.
and though, i grew up so sheltered my papa never doubted, that i could one day become a strong and independent woman. he never doubted my skills, my talents, and my dreams. his love made me the woman that i am now. his love liberated me from the traditional “papa’s girl” notion; that when you are one, you won’t be able to do things on your own.
it has been over a decade now since he passed away, and as father’s day is now approaching it is just fitting to honor him and his love and to finally let him go. liberate him; from me questioning why he didn’t give me the chance to at least say my final goodbye to him.
Happy Father’s Day Papa, i promise from now on i will be writing poems about you only to celebrate your love for me.
i inhale silence for it is the only kind of air my lungs are familiar with and i exhale indifference for it is the only way silence is expelled out of my system out of my body then i hush myself to sleep at night with the hope that tomorrow a new kind of air would breathe freely thru my lungs
Day 25 of NaPoWriMo – Today’s (optional) prompt is based on the aisling, a poetic form that developed in Ireland. An aisling recounts a dream or vision featuring a woman who represents the land or country on/in which the poet lives, and who speaks to the poet about it. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts a dream or vision, and in which a woman appears who represents or reflects the area in which you live. Perhaps she will be the Madonna of the Traffic Lights, or the Mysterious Spirit of Bus Stops. Or maybe you will be addressed by the Lost Lady of the Stony Coves. Whatever form your dream-visitor takes, happy writing!
i’ve never lost sight of you lately, in my dreams and in people i see you’re the one thing my heart’s been crying for months now with tears in my eyes i saw you walked me through my own childhood the games that children play, to which i failed to do ’twas so fun seeing you skip and hop; shout and yell.
you were there too maybe when i was talking to a friend one afternoon as i couldn’t get you off my mind, you keep coming out through my words the things we would have done together, and the places we would have visited sooner the friends and relatives you would have met around would surely be happy and gay just by mere mention of you.
one night you showed me how your growing days would be carefree and jolly, that’s how you want your days woud be you walked me through the playground you wish to go with the slides and the swing; you taught me to be play along i swear i’d do everything just to keep you and see you smile all along i swear i’d be keeping you company in all that you wanna do i swear to be fun around.
i never lost sight of you and i never i wanted to, for i got your name tattoed in my heart, in my mind and in my soul you will be loved and remembered wherever you are just promise me, you visit me always in my dream show me places you’ve been to, show me things you’ve done.
make me the happiest by witnessing you become the wonderful woman i’ve always thought you’d be losing you is tantamount to losing one pontentially good human being come back anytime soon let’s read my favorite childhood books let’s master multiple wordgames or we could play hide and seek; a game mama failed to do as a child.
but first let me start by calling you Mikaela, which means “one who is like God”.