December 16, 2012
im not working right.
i have this ache in my neck,
where it fills up a bucket of a burden that i even not supposed to handle.
by then i knew how tough it is to be a mother and a wife.
breathe in, let it out.
turn back, wipe your eyes.
put your hand in mine.
take it in, take it out.
we'll walk wherever we want to go,
we'll do anything that we should do.
i am not a boy anymore.
as i am a man.
thank you for considering,
how was the flavour?
were it bitter plus sour?
buck it up, that's what you are going to get as you grow up.
- he says.
i've been standing so tall,
but i was thinking way over my head.
standing so tall,
yet i feel small.
then upon i ponder without you i wouldn't be here.
i know what i did was wrong.
it was not as what you want,
but still this is the best that i could ever do.
i dont want people to think that you're a failure,
the legacy will be paint as in the picture.
but i am glad, you have thought me how to be man.
father, i miss you. i really miss you.
and here i am lingering this Earth,
looking for the right one.
to still move on.
i miss your presence,
i miss you voice, your thoughts, your jokes, your nag.
i miss you, father.
your son misses you.
- he says.