by Lucell Larawan
(The setting of this poem is during my solo show at the Museo Iloilo.)
In Museo's hush, my art unfurls its tale,
Guests gathered, but a void in the familial trail.
In the opening's glow, where accolades sing,
My father's absence, a quiet sting.
Larawan on Wings, mythical birds take flight,
On canvas, their majesty, a solo artist's delight.
Yet, in the gallery's quiet, a void so wide,
Father's seat empty, by time or choice.
Whispers of colors, like feathers on air,
Unheard by him, in that vacant chair.
A dance of solitude, a poignant ballet,
Unseen admirer, shadows at bay.
Palette of sorrow, emotions run deep,
Unspoken pain in the silence, secrets to keep.
On gallery walls, where the birds take wing,
Longing for acknowledgment, in echoes they sing.
