By Shawn Marc B. Carreon
I’d like to think that we’re all just lost
In this vast world of green,
Souls that roam around like how the world spins,
Over and over until life’s
complete,
Life and death kiss amongst a bluish scene.
You’re not lost anymore, yet you have been found,
I feel you closely, along a far cry,
As my tears damp my solemn eyes.
Welcome home Grandma,
No more will you shed another tear,
For you will rest in peace,
No more shall you move a muscle,
As you lay down carelessly,
Our bodies will move for your sake,
Along with the love you’ve poured revealing my mistakes.**
