And passing through eternity
That’s how he went one quiet afternoon.
Hardly a sound, so smooth and calm, the way he always was
A maverick until the very end.
But nothing ends,
I know nothing ends,
For him whose spirit is free,
For him who has unquenchable desire to live a life so full with adventures both real and imaginary, almost like a child,
Whose dreams were lived in the lives of those he raised, both daughters and roosters alike,
Whose one goal is not to hurt anyone but help others in his little way.
In riches, he did not have much,
But in stories lived, in battles won, in soaring intelligence, fun, laughter, wit and love,
he had a lot to share.
I see him smiling with his handsome rooster, up there somewhere, contented with the life he’s lived and the memories he’s made.
Tonight, I miss you ever so fondly, my Tata (Father).🌹
~30 Apr 2016, Rowena Isidro, pic by Daniel