prayer for roses

Dearestthe Philippines,I have a confession:in as much as my thumb aches toshade thename of the presidentmy bones believe for, mypassport is held in a foreign countrymy wingsclipped, face first, ona faraway soil. My tongue, bitten by the bile taste ofregret.I am alone here, curledin anticipation,choked in worry, even honeytastes bland.My nightsare prayers inthe dark. May…

a hospital triptych

second left from the oldlift, three pink babiesare sound asleep.two floors below, an oldwoman tears to see hermom who's long beengone.inside the doctor's officea family of four awaitsresults of cameras that invaded their fatheryesterday. “To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes 3:1 — 02.24.2022©2022 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash.This work is licensed under a Creative Commons…

dead bed

if only he cared enough for the baby inside a basin-bed for people floating, floating. Dead. #Poetry #RescuePH #ReliefPH