Marites C. Cayetano Poems

The way you look
the way you talk
you seem to know
every little thing of me...
...

Yes,
maybe alone
I can climb the mountain
but it will be wonderful
...

Go on
just take me for granted.

Go on
...

I know the truth
why my country
is still poor.
...

...and to you my beloved
is not my last farewell
I will be coming back again
...and again
...

It maybe easy
to say I love you...
or maybe not.
...

I want to go home
to fix my mama's broken chair.

I want to go home
to play with my little darling.
...

Sunflower
after glorious time
bows to earth.
...

You leave me no choice.

Now I have to build
this high wall
...

I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
...