Posted by: reasondeceives on: November 29, 2007
this graduate thesis is
for mom,
whose love long
passed the love of
a million mothers
combined
for dad,
who cherished his
old ragged shorts
for ate cle, ate portia,
and kuya jerome,
who appreciate the
irony
for phoebe and emy,
who made all
happy
for you,
in the absence of
anything else
and
for me,
who knows why
