This is one of my letter for my PAPA, since he's already gone, moved on!
Mahal kong itay
Aking itay na noo’y nabuhay,
na nagbigay buhay, sa aking mga kamay
akoy mapalad,
at natuto dahil sa pagbubulay – bulay.
Mga kamay na tila magaspang na kahoy,
na kung titingnan sa hinaharap ay magdadala nang panaghoy,
panaghoy na kung saan iyak ang siyang dadaloy,
pagdaloy nang mga luha na kasama’y apoy.
Ngunit ang hirap na hinihintay,
dala pala’y tulad nang sariwang gulay,
gulay na nag bigay buhay, sa lakas na walang humpay,
parang batong matigas, na di madala nang along malakas.
hindi ito pagpapakilala, sa iyong nakaraan,
subalit ito’y pasasalamat sayong inilaan,
inilaan na oras para ako ay gabayan,
na matuto, na kumilos at sumunod sa tamang daan.
Salamat Itay, (Mataro)
I love daddy
My dad, who had lived,
who gave life, in my hands
I’m blessed,
and learned by meditation.
Hands like roughwood,
which in view of the future will bring wailing,
the wailing where weeping will flow,
flowing tears with fire.
But the hard-to-wait,
as if it were like fresh vegetables,
vegetables that give life, in unceasing strength,
like a hard rock, unable to carry it along strongly.
this is not an introduction, in your past,
but it’s a thankful ally,
allotted time for me to guide,
to learn, to act and to follow the right way.
Thank you Dad, (Mataro)
