By: Kristil Abi Q. Andoy
I miss your silver hair where sight of black is hard to find.
I miss your wrinkled skin – the proof of your years of hard work.
I miss your sagging arms; the way it sway, the wait it bounces.
I miss your manicured nails-always so bright and colorful.
I miss walking you to anywhere you wanted to go.
I miss talking to you because you always listen.
I miss your bisaya songs, your jokes and lullabies.
I miss you smile, your touch, your gentle eyes.
I miss everything about you and it pains me
during the time you’re still here,
I was never able to say “I love you”.