The Visit
October morn dawns a sagaof relatives from Canada.
From far away they came.
Do you recall when you mention
that you were looking for us;
that you have no information
but finally, you found us.
And you came with your smile
sweet as young coconut's water;
your laughter could be heard a mile
to comfort souls that suffer.
Pictures stream down memory lanes:
Zamboanga, Cebu, Manila, airplanes.
The tears, the laughter,
the song of the birds,
the rain, the thunder.
You saw us on our visit
and your yearning keeps
burning on love's undying ember.
Your persistence carried you
through uncharted terrain
of Germany, the Middle East,
London, Canada, and America.
Your precious physical presence,
was more than gold, and valuable
as life itself.
You came with your sister's family
and was gladly welcome in the house
that wholeheartedly awaited
your coming.
Did you remember, dear relatives,
of our first meeting in town?
The soil felt our feet so active;
the summer of smiles and the frown,
the laughter, the tears and we lived
to love all that was around.
And you came with all your heart,
with all your hugs,
with all your dreams,
with all your hopes,
with all your pains.
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall.
The leaves fell. And as they dropped
to the ground, our names were written on them
because we liked the trees,
we loved mother nature's garden
whose flowers filled our lives
with their beauty and fragrance.
Yes, dear relatives, you are roses,
giving our lives with joy and kisses.
(Dedicated to Babylane Rueles & Son, her sister Rosseni & husband Dan Tiongson and her daughter, Monica & husband Percy Madella with son Dj & daughter on their surprise visit to the windy city)
