i went back <br />looking at old pictures <br /> <br />mama's smile when she got hospitalized <br />for diabetes <br />stings me existence <br />as though there was something <br />wrong with me <br />when she was <br />there <br /> <br />papa was well behaved during my wedding <br />i recalled <br />he was never one like that before <br />maybe he was happy <br />either to get rid of myself <br />in his house <br />or that i <br />shall suffer the same predicament <br />which he had <br />entangled himself <br />when he got married <br />to my mother <br /> <br />i can be unfair <br />i can be ignorant as <br />you like to <br />see me <br />as a blank wall <br /> <br />bad thoughts <br />lonely memories <br />the incapacity <br />to remember <br />some happy <br />moments <br />despite their <br />detected presences <br /> <br /> <br />but i wonder sometimes <br />how things may appear <br />different <br />from a distance <br />that i measure <br />upon myself <br /> <br />it is like i have bad pieces of me <br />that i form into <br />a collage <br />and yet when i look at it from afar <br />say here <br />it has become <br />the best painting <br />that for once <br />has brushed inside <br />my <br />mind.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/recollecting-the-pieces/
