Staring at our mourning farm, where our seeds germinated
Fate seemed to have derailed, all leaves degenerated
Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated
Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated
Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!
I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia
Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia
For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria
We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia
But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?
...How we miss your shade, our family tree!
(IN MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO LEFT WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG..)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all the while i was reading i thought it was all about nature, like some tree you had in your family since you were a kid..stupid me.. when i realized later on, it was for someone who symbolizes the greatness of the tree and what it offers, it almost brought a tear to my eyes.. very good one Kuya :) it only shows how good your father were with how you are now..pass it on 10++++++++++++++++++