National Poem Writing Month 2018 Day#24: Write an elegy that has a hopefulness to it.
I have possessed you through some damaged black & white yellowish photos from
I have known you through lore & legends told by elders and others; your acquaintances
are all over popping up then & now.
I heard you have desired me to be a boy when mother become pregnant ’cause you knew
few years are left of your life.
I feel you when I look at the crumbling color of the photograph of mine as a toddler you
have taken; once someone said
I loved to get clicked by you as you like to click me; that’s why my last picture by you is
a treasure map to me
No, not the treasure map, but, a path that I will traverse years after from them taking
a look back to the hazed time.
I don’t remember you, I don’t know you, I don’t think you are real at times when I
saw other talking about their own’s.
This pushes me farther to take a deep delve into you, your lore, your legends; when I am
lost in the alleys of life
It is you who whisper in my ears, though, I doubt it is my self-made voice; Didi or
someone I can’t recollect now
Once says I got the voice of yours, I got the presence of yours. I sometimes look like you
in your’s age of mine.
When the days are long & somber, I feel this adamant me rising inside me with rage
But this helps me to rise & stand tall against all odds ’cause as I know or have learned
this is what you should have wanted.
The featured image is the last picture he had taken of me.