Monday, July 22, 2024
CALL ME BONG
Papa was a mechanic. He worked for companies like General Motors and Ford Philipines. He was from the Quality Control Dept., I believed. I remember he was so proud of Ford Ghia back then. His dream car was not a Ford though, it was Nissan Patrol. He got to drive that when he went to KSA after he resigned from Ford for better and bigger income because our family's expenses is growing.
Papa was a good driver. He drives as fast as 40kph only, hehe! He unflinchingly and safely maneuver his Jeep to the winding road going home when its break failed. But I saw him panicked when he droves me to the hospital about to gave birth to Kevin (my second child).
Papa would have been a great "Lolo". I remember him happily feeding my eldest son, his first "apo", with Marie biscuits. He would also patiently teach him to write as he draw a square with three (3) sides and my son would have to close it by drawing the 4th side. That's how my son spent his time at his grandparents place 3-4 days a week.
What I miss the most about Papa is his rough hands holding mine as we cross the street or shop at the mall and the way he called me Bong...
CALL ME BONG
Published 07.22.2024
Yes, please
Call me Bong.
Very seldom can you hear
A girl with such a nickname
But Papa called me Bong.
One radio drama
Where they got my name
Divina and Divine to friends
Dang and Grace to family
Only Papa called me Bong.
Every father wanted a son
Mine thought I was the one
Nevertheless, I am loved
When a son finally came
Papa was used to calling me Bong.
A daughter and a son
Rolled into one
Following a father's footsteps
Lovingly, willingly and proudly
That daughter called Bong
Twenty two years have passed
Rough hands and smilling eyes
Are memories that I treasured
And, oh, how I long to hear again
For Papa to call me Bong.
Divine for Papa in heaven
07.22.1936 - 02.11.2002
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment