+ Father And Son Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Father and Son


I’ve got a mail today
From a long forgotten someone
In a place somewhere in time
Mocked by the crime of his kind;
His words reminded me
Of the days were I dreamed and played
So young growing in innocence
That cannot be taken away
From the child, who let go of his kite
Or of the son who left his shoes behind;
Who can tell?
You go with your own way
But this is should be
Different from yesterday;
I know you miss me
For I read it printed bold and gray
But I don’t have reason to hold you
And I must let you go
For Dad I want you to be happy,
Though without you is agony
But I must live life freely
Which you asked me on that day
So I keep it as my own
Till my grieve finds me