Rocking Chair

Beautifully bathed
In brown, naturally gifted
To sway gracefully
Like coconut palm when
Grandfather speaks
Of tempested history.
For ancient of days
Never disclosed the winds
And rains of yesteryear
That is shared, so I may
Carry on, the stories of nights
Sitting with Lolo of
Spoken kasaysayan,
Weeping, never to wave again.

Rocking chair, you held the tired
Arms of Lolo that harvested
The bountiful baskets of Earth's
Crop and private nectar stocks

Rocking chair, you stayed up
With us two, at night listening to
Past stories of hardships
As Lolo sat on you and I on Lolo

Rocking chair, you shared in laughter
Trying not to tip over when
Lolo shared of how he and Lola met
Random, on top of the San Francisco horizon

Rocking chair, you were there
When the air became too strenuous
To breathe, Lolo rested in your arms
As he always did, now in memory

Rocking chair, now in the corner
Years after coroner pronounced
That we would never be the same
You bring light to soul's montage
Of memories, now swaying as you try
To keep them steady, unlike you.

Standing in the shadow of Lolo
Living in the midst of memories,
I remember Lolo, just holding me
And rocking me to sleep.