Seed- Season Poem by Jordan Legaspi

Sire’ I thank thee
for bringing thy son
expose to the sun
and to the moon
the wishes of his silence

Sire’ remember thy
creation the cause of birth
of the boy bringing he-
dream that cannot die

Sire’ thou got a woman
who’s fairness in beauty
amongst the villagers be-
she who labor life like the sea

Sire’ this yea’
the sagging of her breast
rouse he- the might
bare and bold man to be

Sire’ listens unto thee
thy son soon be
taketh a fair lady
for he too start his day

another story of a man
soon be heard
from the sun down
till the moon covers thee

but soon should he- be
Sire’ giveth the name
of the boy who seek
fame in dry
and wet season
for the seed of your glory
grow soon