(Sorry for the moment I don’t have the translation to Spanish, this time i feel like there is not language limits to comunicate with ancestors)
Dear grandma, dear grandpa,
Your visit on this 2023 is heart-warming and nostalgic.
It’s coming to my heart
To write for you in English
As i just realise how international you had become…
You are one side
In the dimension of pass
My children are another side
In the dimension of Present-future.
They hearts are more full of Tagalog and English Languages
And I really don’t know how far
They can arrive
To feel you: my ancestors, their ancestors.
I just realise how international you had become taking a look of
Julia’s children
Myself with my feet 👣
In a portion of Asian land
Dreaming to come back one day
To my far away town
Mi pueblo tendido a las faldas
Del Océano Pacífico.
Is there a way to arrive there
Through the Sea?
That’s what I think every time i go
To the seaside.
On the other side, you both have the company of our beloved ones who join you in your time and your space,
That dimension unknown to our eyes
Is it time going the same tic-tac as here in Earth, as here this world?
You both have the company of our beloved ones:
dear mom, dear step-father, dear brothers, dear uncles, dear auntie, dear cousins…
I guess the list is longer than i can imagine.
