EVERYDAY I CARRY MY MOTHER’S CROSS AND MY FATHER’S WORRIES.
Forgive me for there is a story behind this Poem / In my father’s house / death was an unwelcomed guest / these days going to church is no longer a Sin. Here dreams do come true / for those who wake up early and pursue them. Tonight / I hold my mother’s portrait as a memory of silence / and while I sleep / I light them up as candles in my dreams. Sometimes / night used to be a lonely time for soft hearted boys / my father’s ghost never stops singing a mournful song. Everyday / I carry my mother’s cross and my father’s worries / I rub them together with ashes / and say a silent prayer/ they say a leaf does not fall from a tree without God’s consent / maybe I defied the laws of heaven / I am that leaf.