WESOG POEMS (Frontliners of COVID19)

7th

ENTRY NO. 5
#WESOG_WRITING_CONTEST

THANK YOU, WARDEN!
By: Andres Arceno Palco

"Juan is sick and may spread his disease,"
that's what your 'Tay Digong' said to me.
I panicked as I tell the warden, "Let me talk to my child, please.
How I want to hug him. How I wish to be free."

I pleaded and pleaded
until all my tears flooded.
God's sake! It brightens!- my face full of waters
as he lend me a pen and some sheet of papers.

I wiped my face with a handkerchief
as I sew this letter.
Starting with a gravity-like grief,
but ended with a 'feel better'.

To my dear son, Juan

First of all son, my deepest apologies.
Now that you need me, I'm not there.
In situations like this, I always ask myself,
"In my life, does God even freakin' care?"

But Juan, seriously.
Always take care as you take your meds.
I also knew that the front liners are in charge in your situation. Thanks, God! They are true helping hands.

Can't wait to be free this fourteenth,
and meet these warriors.
Can't wait to see their sword-like syringe,
as they break these barriers.

Juan, your illness may be invisible,
but these heroes are invincible.
Send my love and my gratitude,
as they take this battle into a new altitude.

For my dearest son, Juan, for now, 'Ciao Adios'!
And for the heroes that are true,
From the bottom of my heart and Lola Remedios',
"A million thanks to you!"

Love,
Mama