This poem is connected from the first one I wrote entitled Late Night Talks, I hope you'll read it first cause it's connected. Thank you❤ Click link below🤗

https://read.cash/@Charlotte/late-night-talks-26c89dbb

My Story Teller's Final Story

11:00 pm,

Arrived at my safe zone,

Long boulevards, busy streets, roads covered with trees,

Hometown.

You're already asleep,

"Have you eaten? How are you?" mom asked,

Changed my clothes, eat my dinner, take some rest.

I sat beside your bed.

Mom wake you up,

"Your youngest daughter is here"

Open your eyes, call my name, nod,

Fell asleep again.

12:00 am

I'm waiting.

You just put your arm on my lap, as if hugging me

I continue brushing your hair.

7:00 am

I woke up hearing my mom talking to you,

She asked you if you recognized me,

You responded with my sister's name.

She asked you again,

Answered the same,

"How many daughters do you have?"

You answered five; with that answer I'm satisfied.

8:00 am

I sat beside your bed,

Sang you a song,

Finally, you spoke to me.

"Tell your chong to join my rooster into a cockfight,

So we'll be able to have money,

Where's my wallet?"

Don't you think we're a bit late for our late night talks?

You keep on insisting the cockfight, and that yours is white,

I just laughed and told you I'll text him,

I'm looking forward to your stories.

I miss you thousand times.

You'll always be my favorite story teller,

Your stories are music to my ear,

Calm to my mind,

And guide to my own battle.

When will I be able to hear your stories again?

"When I reach the age of 60, you should've finished your studies."

I'm still studying and you're just 55,

Why leave now?

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