Last night was the first time
I heard my father cry,
I was in my room readying my bed
so that I could sleep,
but then I heard cries, too deep.
At first I thought it was laughter,
but I then heard sadness after.
I tried to get up
So that I would know what was happening,
I saw my father, crying.
My mother beside him,
my brother on the other side,
and myself in front of them
I was gonna ask the question 'why'
my mom responded and I heavily sighed,
words I'd rather not hear
were the words I heard and tried so hard
to make disappear,
It was Father's day....
But...
He's gone.
was all my mom could say,
she's comforting my father
hoping it would try to make him calmer
since she knows that things will get harder
for him day by day.
The man who taught my father who he is today,
The man who called me kulot because of my curly hair,
but said I was prettier with it anyway,
The man who is now far away
and is now out of our reach
I would love to see him and say goodbye
for the last time.
I would save that moment and say thank you for being a good father to my father.
but, I'm afraid it's already too late to do that.
With all that,
we should still keep moving.
The person who is now in the afterlife will be happy for us if we go on.
Life does not end when the time comes for the other. This is not an excuse to feel numb. This is a reason to feel everything.
We love you,
Lolo
