Amacon Prompt: Empty Chair at Empty Table
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I run my fingers on the familiar edge of that old wooden table. It has been the refuge of a little boy as he watches his mother do her magical tricks in the dirty kitchen. It has a lone chair... that serves as a breather for occasional warm hugs and butterfly kisses.
I still vividly remember every line on her face as she mimics the adventures of the hero Tisoy, in our stories. I still recall that ring in her laughter as she tickles me endless before tucking me to bed. I still hear the cadence in her voice as we pray every morning and exchage I love you's. I still picture her last smile masking the pain as she held my hand on that hospital bed.
I closed my eyes and touched my heart to be with her once again, desperately fillling this void of emptiness with her presence.
Ngayong araw na ito, naaalala kitang muli
Bawat ngiting sumisilay sa iyong labi
Bawat pagaaruga na punong puno ng pagibig
Pinikit ko ang aking mga mata at buong layang naglakbay
Doon sa ating mundong tila puti ang kulay
Doon ay kaya kitang yakapin ng buong higit
Doon ay kaya kitang hagkan ng paulit ulit
Doon ay kaya kong marinig ang pagsambit mo ng mahal kita
Doon ay kaya kong sauluhin ang maganda mong mukha
At saan man ako naroroon, ano man ang aking marating
Sa Mundo nating puti ang kulay lagi akong dadating
"Happy Birthday to you, Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday Love...."
I opened my eyes and see her dressed in white. She gave me a tight hug and kissed me on the forehead. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Our breaths mingled as I held her face and she snaked her arms around my neck. Our tongues duelled for dominance as we explored each orhers mouths. I carressed her bulging belly that defines the meaning of love.
"I love you so much. Sorry Love hindi na tayo nakalabas today. Ang bigat na kasi ni Charmaine Rosalie eh. But I cooked your favorite Paella" - Maine
"I love you always. Its OK Love. You are more than enough" - RJ
I hugged her again my lips whispering a fervent prayer. Thankyou for bringing her to my life Ma.
I run my fingers on the familiar edge of that old wooden table. It still is the refuge of now a father-to-be as he watches the love of his life prepare his favorite food. It has a lone chair... that will again be a witness to countless warm hugs and butterfly kisses.
And it will not be empty anymore. Ever.
