Bloodline ***** Kysia Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

You are my sister by blood
we call you Prell-prell

we have no concrete memories
in the growing stages in life
only the failing dreams
I had promised

I trapped before
in the realm of fantasy

my loaded idealism perished away
and nothing can lieu
the real scene in the real world
where we live in

I am facing now the real truth in adulthood
a parenthood responsibility
just like yours

someday
our kids will meet each other
somewhere
it would be wonderful even if the
encounter is a moment

I want to see the blushing blood
of connectivity oozing
along their facial nerves...........