He'd call me anak. My child he'd say.
He'd dress me up in the best clothes and
Take care of me. I'd giggle as he gave me
Candy hiding in the closet.
You never forget your first love
And that's just what he was to me.
Dad, Papa, Grandpa, Son, Husband.
All of these and more. Zenon Sison.
Why did you have to go so soon?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem