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Remember Me?
When I die I wonder how much of an imprint I would leave in this world. My grandmother’s funeral is on Monday and I wonder who will be there. I’m not very popular and am lucky if I get any likes from any posts. I doubt many people will even notice if I just disappear.…
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Thin Veil
When George died, my grandmother said she saw a dog in her room. She rambled on and on about the dog in her room for days. It’s a strange coincidence that she brought that all up after George died. There was no way she would have heard about his death from us. She was hard…
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Happy 100th Birthday, Inay!
We call my grandmother Inay (mother in Tagalog). She is a century old today! Here is a poem I wrote for her several years ago: it’s a hard place being her and being alive between the river and the rock crying raw across the wavy years and smiling too it’s hard to grow as ripe…
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Another love story
Theirs is the greatest love story never told until their flesh became flesh and their love moved beyond words. They knew not each other’s tongues and yet their tongues did meet. He left his land for a new life and he found Her, a gem in a jungle often kissed by rain and typhoons. They…