(i miss my Tatay. You made me cry just now.) Poem reply to Remembering You by Estelle Cortes
your pen oft dances to a diffrent tune
Refreshing in these cliché times
That I find myself in strange commune
With Tatay, though he rests is a far clime.
Those unknown cardboard houses painted green
Of tear-thinned swatches not quite blue
An aura tainted by something between
Now and tomorrow’s strange and faded hues.
I still talk to him although he is gone
When i climb hills or slide down soft ravines
He is where this earth's cruelty and claws
remaining in my DNA (nakaw) and genes. .
Keep posting Estelle precious poet queen
we will to you, your poems proudly convene.
September 15, 2021
