Of Kites, Rosaries and Winter Coats

 

 

They said life becomes complicated when you grow older

As if a child's world is only soap bubbles, kites and burger

Maybe yes, because as days become months and years

You get confused of acquaintances and friends

Who to believe in, who to treat from a distance.

 

And when one gets bigger and farther from home

The less time you remember Mothers' Day or Fathers' Day

The more excuse you will have when you see your work

And sometimes a rose smells like any other flower.

 

You forget the time you spent watering the backyard garden

You forget that rosary beads are not just meant for your side pockets

And one day, while looking at the mirror, if you take the time,

You will just see yourself not getting younger, not getting healthier.

 

The now just becomes a split second preparing for the next day

And so on and so forth, and so on and so forth

Then you look back and lost the chance to stay in the here and now

Because every second was always meant for the coming day.

 

And so winter comes and you get your winter coat

Or maybe the rains start pouring and you cover your tired body

And the wind becomes much colder and unbearable

Remember the kites and the years past, they are still there.

 

 

The past is always there, waiting for you to come back…

 

 

 

November 7, 2007

Fr. Jun