My mom put this flower on my hair,
And I instantly thought of you grandma.
We would go around
church and even find
a sampaguita flower,
you would tell me
that it smells so good, and proceed to
put the flower on your hair
I carried this flower
from the church we
used to go to for
mass, all the way to
work, with mom,
my brother, and grandpa.
That little white flower
on my disheveled
and frizzy hair,
I carried it to work,
and felt unstoppable,
I felt as if you were with me,
as I said hi to the people that also
helped me like you did
in going with my judgement
by just doing things.
I left with that flower still,
entangled on my hair,
I don't know when and
what time I lost this sampaguita,
but it made me feel the same way when I lost you
Knowing you were going to go,
and being prepared for the wind
to whisk your spirit away,
off to visit others in their dreams,
telling us to forgive ourselves
And knowing that you,
are in a place where you are fulfilled and
In no pain in any way
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Contentment
PoetryContentment comes in all different forms; we get satisfied with what we are capable and incapable of doing in this life. These are the discoveries and little adventures I wanted to share with anyone who has ever felt lost and confused with finding t...
