At the end of the day
Happy to be here at my father's birthplace
Listened to many stories
Trying to put one piece of puzzle next to another
Like pieces of a broken jar
Which carried the spirit of grandpa
Something I tried to absorb
As I try to memorize each street
Florentino, Bonifacio, Luna
Rizal, Crisologo, Quirino
Like a checker board in my heart
To play the game of missing home
When I speak English again
I am going back with my pockets full
Of memories and warm hospitality
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