Awash in the hazy sunlight,
I woke up-
from a dream so vivid,
I had to convince myself
that it was a nightmare-
visiting me often-
just to recollect itself...
just to console....
me...
Here it goes-
never ever slipping
away from my fingers:
A bundle of joy
shed tears on my lap,
when a glimpse of what
we saw
could make anyone
lifeless...
When being someone whom
everyone cherished,
he could see his dear daddy saying
the last goodbye...
Then, what was I supposed to do?
I choked back my tears
and hugged
him tight...
until we saw our mama,
bawling and running
towards her beloved man...
And then she lay on the floor,
fallen,
pushed away by our daddy;
I could see him
falling too...
but for the last time...
Then, what was I supposed to do?
Should I have left
that little angel alone,
with unabating fear
and overwhelming sorrow-
to save them both from a deadly
outcome...
of their fearsome actions?
Or should I have stopped
running after our supposed parents
who were bewildered to see each other fading away...
and leaving us behind...
Then, what were we supposed to do?