My wife is a certified lola’s girl.
Last Sunday, she missed the family celebration of Andang Polonia or Nana Nonie’s 85th birthday (the loving mother of Papa Franco).
On her behalf, I attended the gathering.
I felt her sincerest desire to be with us.
If she had a chance to share a poem to Nana Nonie, it will go like this:
I was thinking of love, and you came to mind.
I have many memories I would like to rewind.
Do you remember those days I would lie in your lap
As you doodled my ears, I would take a short nap.
I’m remembering the nights that we spent together.
You would scratch my back gently, ever so tender.
As I rewind a bit more, I am seeing much fun. I know as a child I was full of sumpong, maldita, stubborn, selfish, and strange,
But look at me now, and how much I’ve changed.
I close my eyes and try to form a complete picture of everything about you.
I took a deep breath, smell coffee, and then I open my once closed eyes and see you.
You are there.
I reach to touch your comforting face and realize just how much I miss you.
You are part of me.
You are the one that can take a spread of margarine and a pandesal and turn it into a feast for God.
You are the one who taught me to find beauty in everyone and everything and that judgment is unnecessary.
I look up at the light blue colored sky and thank God.
You, the woman that is everything positive and strong,
You, the titanium wall that stands 60 feet tall and blocks evil, prejudice, and all wrong in this world is my grandmother…my Nana.
Loves solving puzzles and a lover of life.