Saturday, January 18, 2020

My Bean

I dreamt of seeing you on foot, instead you developed wings and fly away from us

I imagined your voice but instead I can hear you whispering a prayer from up above.
I'm sorry that we lost you, I'm sorry my body's weak.
I'm sorry I misled you, so they had to take you away.
I'm sorry you had to leave before coming to this world.
You are our seed, our bean, our pickle.
You are our dream, our hope, our joy.
We've been together in one body, you breathe through me.
I felt you the moment you were there.
I imagined your smile, your cry, your laughs.
I smiled thinking of your voice, your hugs, your touch.
I dreamt of your little hands, your feet, your sweet little eyes.
I'm sorry, it seems not fair.
My little angel
I'll forever miss to hold you dear.


  1. Sis, I'm happy to see you on Blogger with your own domain name. Congrats, sis!

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