Tall tropical tree
with unripen bananas
stood in my grandma’s grand farm.

She planted it just the hour
before I took a careful short breath
in this world.
She said that the tree has been
her talisman ever since that day.

Every morning, she wakes up and looks
at the monumental figure
in hope of
showering the day with good omen.
She told me how I am deeply
loved by her, only to know
it’s hard for me to reciprocate it.

She calls me ruby as I’m
sanguine and present in her body.

As I’m delivering my thoughts,
my hands are trembling,
my teeth are rattling.

All I can say is
I really miss my grandma.
I miss seeing the tree everyday.
I miss my juvenile years.

I owe her so much for taking care of me
for the first four years of my infancy.

But I can’t anymore,
she’s miles and miles away
from this unknown place.

Tall tropical tree
with unripen bananas
still stands in my grandma’s grand farm.