to my Mamang, to my all
- Athena Charanne R. Presto
- Jul 16, 2015
- 1 min read
You nearly died and so did I
on 3am, 16th of December 1996
but that is little compared to the
long umbilical cord of
joys-pains hellos-goodbyes life-death
that we shared together.
I’m sorry I left stretch marks on your skin
that ran deeper than the eyes can see
from my growth, from my irresponsibilities, from my rebellion.
They say bringing a new life to this world
is equivalent to 20 bones breaking at the same time
but they didn't know your labor pain
lasted for 18 years-- and counting.
Contractions, you continued to experience as I resist
against you containing my impulsivity and recklessness.
And I thank you, for I knew
you were trying to keep the placenta that protected me
with all your love, with all your will, will all you have.
Mang, 8 months you carried me in your belly
forever, I will carry you in my heart.
