I had a notebook before containing poems I wrote when I was still in primary school. I hope I can share some contents with you but I am still having a hard time finding it.
My first poem was about my mother’s father. I wrote it when I was 8. He was especially kind to me. He would buy me my favorite. Ripe mangoes, that is!
Reminiscing the old times, I write another poem. Only this time, he is not here to read it anymore. Still, I am hoping that if he can hear me, he would smile at this poem like he used to.
Here’s the poem entitled, Grandpa.