Papa’s Singing
Poetry by Doreen Mae Alolod | Sunday, January 24th, 2010
My wrists throb
From your grip
Because you want me to listen
To your singing
“What’s with that singing Pa?”
I ask
But you sing
Words that I don’t know
My wrists ache
From your grip
“Why does your voice have to tremble?”
I ask
And you sing
Words that I don’t know
My wrists ache
From your grip,
But I don’t mind.
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Doreen Mae Alolod is a 20-year-old girl (she thinks the word is sweet) from Davao City. She is taking up BA Communication Arts in UP Mindanao.