Those were the afternoon's gentle sun rays,
Strolling with a friendly wind and after school's hurrays.
What a lovely story to tell before the end of weekdays.
During those times; let us call it memorable indeed.
We've walked the highway and long curvy streets in need.
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You're always been a blessing and worthy thus, Godspeed.
I still remember the smell of Galvez's rice field.
Sometimes, we rode and drove to your house in three-wheeled.
Since then, I've been handling a cup of tea not to be spilled.
The road of something special in lucid draws,
In line with where rich's property taught us to feel the flaws,
Not green with envy but with dropping jaws.
Silence of field with white walls and solid gate.
Faith and fate surely mankind can all relate.
Paws and feels, and flowers are still ringing though no exact date.
The beauty in the serene house had enlivened,
Welcoming smiles with Pals' wiggling barks begin.
Lawn's backyard of sighs feels the belongingness from within.
We shared our hearts and thoughts about the warmth of love.
Grandfather's laughter was as pure as a white dove,
Worth treasuring for wholeheartedly given from above.
Cozy seats, gazebo-like from the open air.
Mighty yet clingy Pups are wanted to hand-sweep their hair.
And I still remember the taste of sugar-coated cookies with Mr. And Mrs. Esguerra's care.
