Nanay Rosita

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It hurts again...
Yet again... I heard it alone...
Yet again... I'm crying at night...

I pray for it to not be true...
Hoping to not feel the pain of losing you too...

I thought they'd wait to tell us...
But now, it's out in the open....

I hear their cries...
Losing you, I hoped they were lies...

We were suppose to see you again...
Maybe one last time...
But I guess God had other plans...
He probably relieved you of your pain...

I know you are probably with Him now.
He probably met you right as you closed your eyes and open them again.

Now I hoped I didn't stay up late to hear the news...
To hear my father cry out from the news that you are gone.
To hear my mother speak out the words to us.
To hear my sister whimper and sob.
But I know,to know that you have passed, is what you would have wanted...

I think we all needed our own time to grieve...
Our own space to cry for a beautiful life gone...

I would have hoped to have seen you one last time...
I regret not going back with them to see you then...

But to have seen you force a smile...
You were strong...

Now, we all need to live our lives anew...
Beginning of a life without you...

Not able to hear your voice.
See your smile.
Feel your warmth.

Beginning of a life where I know you're at peace.
Beginning of a life where I can't see you again... Not yet...

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Written:19/01/2023
Published: 04/02/2023

Hii reader.

I was actually unsure if I wanted to publish this but here it is.

I wrote this poem when my grandma died(dad's side). Though it's been a week or two already,it's still hard to process a loved one being gone. And since my family and I moved to a different country, I wasn't as close with her as I was before we moved. I was 7 or 8 years old when we moved. Despite all that, I'm happy to hear and remember memories that I shared with her from my parents and sister.

I was initially going to name this poem "The beginning of this life" but my mom gave me a great idea to name it "Nanay Rosita". Rosita was my grandma's name and Nanay is another word we use in Tagalog to say mother or mom.

Hope you have a blessed day/afternoon/evening!

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