Over the years, you have shown us
the loving whispers between lolo and apo,
caught the fervent prayer of an old woman
as it left her lips. You have taught us
to see through nipa huts, to keep the sun
alive as it lies dying on its fiery bed.
Someday, like the waters of Mimbalut Falls
rushing down the rocks, you too
will become one with the river of time.
But always, like the cheerful children
you have allowed to fall forever
into the sea where the sun was dancing,
you will be seen laughing
as you look back, your frozen frames
freezing you.
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Notes:
My father is a photographer. The images here are his pictures put in words.
"Lolo" and "apo" mean "grandfather" and "grandchild", respectively, in Filipino.
A nipa hut is an indigenous house used in the Philippines.

