When I Write My Novel Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas

When I write my novel

I would only write reality

and the truth that

when you lost someone in the family

doesn't mean their

reunited after the last chapter

the chapter that I found my pen's

struggling with his ink.

Chubby,

what do you do there in heaven?

I'm scared to know

and scared not to know

Do you play with bubbles all the time

or make the clouds your

cotton candies cooked by

the sun

under the rainbow festival?

But it's okay.

I just wish you happiness

far more than

the kind of happiness my pen can write.

Be happy and peaceful for us.

When I write my Novel

I will write about me

and my twinsister laughing so hard with

our baby/childhood pictures

When you miss everything

Memories hurt you with

wounds that become reopened

by memories

that will also

cure and close the pain.

Because life is but a memory

I remembered when I slept I was 18.

But I woke up I was 9

I slept again

I was 12

Everything piled up

in the shelves

of my heart

And my heart

is a novel.

My heart is a Novel

I hope I can have all the golden time to

write my novel

I hope not to forget my heart

besides my pen and paper

When I write my novel

Memories!

my heart would yell

When I write my novel

Memories!

My heart would yell.