rainy days is especially made for meA Poem by Bellein the evening, during the rainy days glowworms go around the
top of the trees. they hither and thither, and they
glitter just like the city lights i was fond of seing from where we used to make His lei. before the evening, even if it was raining, i collect white, yellow and
orange flowers -- because there was no blue, i didn’t
like blue, anyway; in the mountain you can
rarely find blue. the orange flower smells awfully
sweet, for me. but “ that is for Him, so
that isn’t for you to take.” is what my Papa kept on telling
me 6am was the hour. at 3 -they were
all already busy, except for me, I couldn’t open my
eyes that early so at night, I had to take the needle and the yarn -- oh, the white ones were
for Mama Mary. "rainy days is specially made for me", i said. papa smiles back whenever i claim
that, and always nod with “ okay, and this
coco hut is especially for you, too”. i can still remember the smell of his
pamada -awfully sweeter than the rosasito -. i can still remember the glow i was
fond of seing, but here, is not the same as i
saw this up there. and
this wasn’t never like that, i should've known. in here, they like blue. almost
everywhere has blue. i can still see glowworms, sometimes, trying to go around the top of the talisay near the quarter of our landlady; sometimes one, sometimes two, but
there was a chance they were three - i counted
- ah four. i hithered and tithered for those
victorious four, but the glitter, in minutes, faded away just like how my papa passed away -- i can still remember how gently he
places braided flowers around His neck, i can still remember his prayer. i can still remember the scent of the
enscence from those 6ams, they remind me of what and not to take for me. i need to be reminded because in here, it is very clear why rainy days is especially made for me. © 2020 BelleReviews
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