Storm

May 14, 2006 / San Jose Occidental Mindoro

Roofs have been blown

Homes have moaned

Trees already fell

And now the church cried the bell

 

Father is soaked

While mother’s with me on a cloak

I can feel our house swaying

To the strong winds that seem to have no ending

 

Still I sit here with ‘ma on the cloak

And ‘pa still standing like an old oak

Waiting for the storm to settle

And mend our home that was broken