A part of me that is you
(For Aurora Villamiel Tierra-Cardenas on her fifth month of joining God and on what could have been her 63rd year: September 20, 1943 - April 10, 2006)
Which part of me is you?
Is it my eyes? My nose? My lips?
Definitely not my forehead
I got it from dad
Is it my forgiving nature?
Is it my gentleness?
Is it every drop of tear that I shed each time?
Is it my voice?
Is it my gift of words?
From the mirror I see
An image that was once you with me… =’(
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I miss you mom. So much. The house is desolate. It’s quiet. And I’m alone and empty.
September 11th, 2006 at 1:17 am
Awww Precious, your poem made me cry… I really felt your sadness in every line– but I’m glad that you’re such a strong woman to still be able to smile, laugh and laugh even after such a loss.
September 11th, 2006 at 8:38 am
Thanks Joan, it was her fifth month of death yesterday. Nalimutan ko. Tapos parang pinaalala niya. Napaiyak ako.