THE WATCH

THE WATCH
by Gerlie M. Uy

The Watch and The Father

My watch stopped;
It needed new batteries.
And I remembered you
buying us all gold watches
when we were young
and they needed no batteries.
(like you, freely giving us
our independence).
They were classics,
your style.
But we let those watches go
for the fashionable ones,
and you did not object
(you were never holding us
from our independence).
If you were here today
when my watch stopped,
I know that you will be the one
to bring this to the watchman,
just like how you saw to it
that our wall clocks' hands
are still moving on.
We are moving on now
and though we are independent,
I know you are still under your watch.

The Author

Gerlie M. Uy

Notes:

I couldn't miss reading anything what's in "The Watch", a booklet of poems and essays written by a humble lawyer, Atty. Gerlie M. Uy about his late father, Roger Uy who is very instrumental in giving me a break on how youth fellowshipping is all about as far as Jesus is concerned when we were in our youthful days.

As I took a selective reading of that booklet, I couldn't control my emotion and holding up myself of not having a teary eye. I couldn't forget our good old days, our friendship, our brotherhood for we were both an active member of Seca Beta Gamma fraternity when we're studying in college.

Brod. Roger, sorry to recollect our camaraderie before that we're in our best position to enjoy freely what is life all about. Anyway everything is a memory. May you rest in peace from where you are now.

This poem is culled from several poems of that booklet and is featured here with the permission of the author.

Friendship in Verse

This is your humble poetaster in his attempt to compose a poem on FRIENDSHIP in response to the query of myLot friend Gayle Harrelson. For poetry sake, take time to read it. Thanks...

Friend looks after a friend
Just like love begets love
a thing that comes from above
Nurtured, cared until the end.

Responsiveness may be considered
For better or for worse
As confidentiality of course
Friends are forever and ever endeared.

In and out friends may come
For a fellowship, camaraderie
Its happiness would it be
That disgust may not come.

Even own family is minded not
For friends understand well
Matters go on show and tell
Yes, believe it or not

Nothing is comparable
In friends in words and indeed
Of what they eat and feed
For they are comfortable.

Duty first comes to self
Of a friend who's at stake
From the peril for no mistake
Thus getting him out of the shelf.

Sorry strengthens relationship
Coupled with humbleness
To express due remorsefulness
As a result of censorship.

Happiness, friends get
For being true and loyal
May be ephemeral
Merely thinking what to get.

Individual is unique
In Thinking and talking
In doing and sharing
Standing our in a clique.

Perhaps it's up and down
For friends do come and go
Caring, loving they surely do
As friends indeed in a crown.