<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486120" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At The Time When Mother Left For Ozamis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i remember now<br>it was at that time when mother packed her clothes<br>and left my father for good<br>back in the little village where mother<br>was raised by grandmother<br>as a naive girl<br>keeping things to herself.<br>she dwells in a house of silence.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it was at that time when father said<br>that he loves her very much<br>that losing her would mean his death<br>but mother was no longer in the house<br>where we grew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and of course, mother did not really believe him.<br>she died ahead of him, and he got drunk everyday, and<br>he put her picture on top of his chest and he cried all night long<br>staring at her face, black and white, her hair her mouth.<br>he died a year after and he was buried just beside her pantheon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i still wonder if mother would believe him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the silence is overwhelming. no one sweeps the heaps of leaves<br>and no wind is strong enough to clean the mounds filled with thick grass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">come summer time, i see white daisies blooming, and a black butterfly<br>hovers to stop a while. I watch closely this new turn of events.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is like poetry. Some metaphors. Symbols, and hints. Love's mouth<br>wanting to say all over again, what the heart has constantly hidden.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=486120" data-title="At The Time When Mother Left For Ozamis de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="i remember now it was at that time when mother packed her clothes and left my father for good back in the little village where mother was raised by grandmother as a naive girl keeping things to herself. she dwells in a house of silence. it was at..."></div> </div> </div>

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