today is your final journey. for the last time, you will make your way back to the province of albay. back to the rolling hills of polangui. back to the far-flung barrio called salvacion.
you will see again - the vast farmlands where you planted rice, grew crops and harvested coconuts; the flowing river where we used to catch fish; the old artesian well which supplied water to the whole barangay and the long stretch of road where everyone knows your name.
i could already see you smiling.
finally you will be at to the wooden house surrounded by mango, caimito, palm and duhat trees. the wooden house which stood witness to countless typhoons, growing children and household quarrels.
you will see again - the vast farmlands where you planted rice, grew crops and harvested coconuts; the flowing river where we used to catch fish; the old artesian well which supplied water to the whole barangay and the long stretch of road where everyone knows your name.
i could already see you smiling.
finally you will be at to the wooden house surrounded by mango, caimito, palm and duhat trees. the wooden house which stood witness to countless typhoons, growing children and household quarrels.
sorry it took so long. i could say that now you truly are at peace. welcome home lolo.
image from here.
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