See You Soon My Brother Don 'Till We Meet Again Poem by Ging Taping

One lonely afternoon,
Waiting for the sun to set soon
Here I am at the 16th floor
standing by my terrace.
Facing the sky, clouds dawdle in a slow race.
Wishing in the sky I could see my brother's face....

Cool breeze of December
Touches my skin, blows my hair..
It's been a year
But his voice still echoed in my ear
The last time I spoke with him
Begging me to come home...
'Please come home Ate!
spend new year's eve with us, I am dying,
It's been 5 years we don't see each other.'

I thought he was just joking...
Often times he loves to joke so can't figure out,
if his telling the truth or just kidding..
One night my younger sis called over the phone
'Kuya Don passed away he's gone'
I was shock, I was stuck, holding my mobile up,
I became a fool
I was out of control,
I cry out load..
I moan I shouted out

Anguished crushing my veins,
Crippled my spines,
His voice haunting me...
I feel guilty, if I only listen to his request
I am there 'till his last quest...
Sadness and sorrow runs to my blood
Why him...why God?

I remember so well
Mama used to tell...
When I was 2 years old back then
I hugged her tummy and said
'This is Don my baby brother'
'Till now they don't know
Where and how I learned....
Why I called him Don...
When he was born Mama & Papa named him Don
Because a 2 years old Ate insisted and won..

As I reached home,
It's like a day of doom..
I look around t'was all gloom
Ambiance was grey and hazed
tears falling down my face
Pain tearing me apart can't find solace..
I looked at him inside his coffin...
He looks so thin
His eyes were so deep, cheek hollowed
Illness gave him heavy load
Agony succumbed in this grave milieu
Weeping loud....Heaven hear my woes
I am so down...so blue...

I missed you my bro..
See you soon.