it is when you
are alone in the car
driving from dipolog to
zamboanga
seven hours drive
when you hear nothing but
only the usual rantings
of your mind
at the middle of the journey
you cried
you stopped for a while park
your car on the road's shoulder
and shed all your tears
until finally nothing comes
out and there you feel once more
that empty basket which Mama
filled with ripe mangoes
the good memories come rushing
into that empty mind
and you start the car and continue
on that journey
back to your one and only home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem