041410o My Uncle Came Waiting Poem by Manonton Dalan

he called out my name, ooh! i could make out
his voice but not his face, i scroll-down my mind
i can't find his name in my memory, i know him
he's my uncle, i give him a pack of cigarette
he took my duffle bag, he has carried it before
i'm surprise he still have that capacity to do it

as we walk the rest of the way we pick up
more people following us, we're popular
they know my name, even kids, i haven't seen
most of them are my relatives from both sides
of my parents, very common in our community
that everybody is related to somebody someway