POEMS/The Morning After...  


THE MORNING AFTER
Jan. 30, 2004

Grayness paints the morning
A hush covers the surrounding
and emptiness litters the streets

Faint shadows decorate the room
Silence hungs in the still air
And departing sits there, waiting

Bunches of balloons tucked here and there
A lone tear hovers on the edge
And a ghost of a smile appears

As a chapter has been concluded, unknowing
And a beginning is making its way
Just around the corner...


insight I was sitting there eating breakfast, alone, all dressed for work. mom and dad left for work already. tita, my sis-in-law and nephew were still asleep. I stared at the living room, dimly lit -- no thanks to the bad weather-- and a bittersweet feeling crept. my nephew turned 3 yesterday and the room was still alive with yesterday's party. Alive yet lonely. I couldn't explain how looking at the scence made me feel sad. Maybe it was the weather. maybe it was the balloons in the dimly lit room. but then again, maybe it was the fact that dad rearranged the living room the night before. or maybe all of the above.


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