Goodnight for now, Farmer. — An Ode
Be at peace, Tatay, for I am proud to be a farmer’s granddaughter,
In my veins run the blood of a reputable man who tilled the soil,
A man who served his fellow and a man who was our hero.
If only we could give you more hugs and care,
to erase all the sorrow Alzheimer’s and old age brought to you.
If only you could stay longer–
Oh, what a selfish thought!
Because though your passing left our hearts hollow,
it only meant that you’re free at last.
Rest now, Tatay, for there where you are, no more pain can ever hurt you.
Your life of service left a legacy not only to your family, but to the community.
But above all, and the most important of all
Is that your life taught me to live in the moment
“Appreciate what I have,
Love what I do.
Hug and care for my parents as long as I can.”
Time is fleeting, the moment is now.
Later might not come.
Thank you, Tatay, for all these things I learned from you.
Tatay, you fought a good fight and you finished the race well. It’s time for you to go. Good night for now.