Cynthia BuhainBaello (November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)
A Father's Legacy
My Father's words are my legacy
He gave the pen of ardent writing.
The love for books and careful study,
And wealth of knowledge gained by reading.
The gift of painting self portraits
In oil and watercolor mediums
As artist he had various traits
That lingers now like sweet perfume.
He taught me best the gift of laughter,
Sincerity in friendships made,
In conflict silence is much greater
And cursing he always forbade.
'Strive to gain sound education
Value work and your family
Respect the race of any nation
Live well your life with integrity.'
He never schooled at parenting
And he may not be a perfect one
Through all mistakes and human failings
He lived this life an honest man.
He passed the torch and made life rich
By leaving me with all these lessons
Though in my heart I suffer grief
His love and memory will live on.
God bless you Daddy, you're the best!
With love and thanks - goodbye!
You've made the mark and passed your test
And now with angels you can fly.
FOR YOU DADDY ****
Vicente de Jesus Buhain Jr.
April 27,1920 - May 5,2009
'And after my skin has been destroyed,
yet in my flesh I will see God.'
Copyright May 5,2009
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