not death parted them

2 poems....

as the storm ondoy hits the cities of dream

vanished roads and expanded rivers

drowning hope, slaughtered lives built

years of toil, of pain, of dreams....

1.

he was 7 and she was 6, their mother worked, their father dead

they were playing with snowy the puppy

it was she who saw it first, water sipping thru the door

running to her brother, it must fun out there!

but my feet are cold and snowy can't swim

what do we do brother, should we run out and scream?!

snowy will find help for us dear, let her go, do not fear

soon mother will be here to cook us food

some fish and soup she promised this morning

but the flood was fast, thru the streets it rushed

invading homes where promise of safety was

taking all by force, it did...come to me and hold my hand

i'll keep you safe, i'll keep you warm

be not afraid, i am here, soon mother too will come

but mother came an hour too late

only the roof can be seen of where they were

a door crashed soon after, snowy came out tired and frail

their bodies too soon floated, still locked in a hug

brother and sister, holding each other tight

a stab to the heart that kills mother on sight

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she was strong, a fighter, a survivor

ah yes! she loved but fate wont have it

his heart belonged to another, not she

so alone and lived she chose to be

he was a vagabond, a carefree soul

lived his life to quench his thirst

gulped from every bottle of wine, until

the road hits the end, to her he went

big sister took him in, they are both now at the departure

end, an age when nothing much is to come

even learning may be too late

they share, they remember, they wait...

it was a stormy night, their home not spared

where once there were partitions, rooms

now just waters flowing in and out

and they shivered, old skin further shriveled

my lung cant stand no more, i feel my soul frozen

soon i will have to leave you, when i do, be strong

you wont have much more to live either

whats left you must take to make amends with yourself

dont let me die in this fuckin mess

give me dignity when im laid to rest

this flood coming in taking whats rightfully ours

swear on my grave you'll rebuild after

it is over, and i am gone

where food once she served, is now where she laid

as water splashed amidst, he lit candles by her feet

as life passed him right in his eyes, recollecting whats left

for two days he cried praying for his sister's blissful rest

*based on a true story of a kin dying in ondoy's fury, had to wait two days before here corpse was taken out of the flooded house