ang kabahin sa mga kahoy

kahinumdum kos gisulti ni tatay nako 

dunay edad nga ikaw kuno kaayo

singkwenta pay iyang edad adto;

kabahin kaha kadto sa mga kahoy ang nakapaaghat kaniya pagsulti?

adunay panahon nga ikaw ikaw kuno kaayo.

kabalo ko, nahitabo sab kana kanako sa makadaghan.

kabahin kaha kadto sa mga kahoy ang nakapasulti kaniya?

usa pa lang ka dahon ang naitok

sa makadaghan nabuhat ko na kini.

dugay ko nang nahunahunaan nga siya makatandog.

usa pa lang ka dahon ang nahay-ad

ang akong nanay, maayong asawa

bisan gani ang iyang lawas kamaong motago ug mga sekreto

abi nako ug mag-uban sila sa hangtod

siya ang matood nga asawa sa usa ka mag-opera.

kita ko pa ang iyang nawong sa gaedad pa siyag traynta.

abi nakog magpuyo sila sa hangtod.

abi nakog permanente nila akong anak

makita pa gihapon nako ang iyang nawong sa pagkatraynta.

sa akong pagkatulog wala ang tingtugnaw

kanus-a ba kaha nga ako ako kaayo?

kahinumdum ko's giingon ni tatay

sa akong katulugon, dili gayod tigtugnaw

singkwenta pa lang siya kaniadto.

 

Something About The Trees

by Linda Pastan

I remember what my father told me:
There is an age when you are most yourself.
He was just past fifty then,
Was it something about the trees that make him speak?
There is an age when you are most yourself.
I know more than I did once.
Was it something about the trees that make him speak?
Only a single leaf had turned so far.
I know more than I did once.
I used to think he'd always be the surgeon.
Only a single leaf had turned so far,
Even his body kept its secrets.
I used to think he'd always be the surgeon,
My mother was the perfect surgeon's wife.
Even his body kept its secrets.
I thought they both would live forever.
My mother was the perfect surgeon's wife,
I can still see her face at thirty.
I thought they both would live forever.
I thought I'd always be their child.
I can still see her face at thirty.
When will I be most myself?
I thought I'd always be their child.
In my sleep it's never winter.
When will I be most myself?
I remember what my father told me.
In my sleep it's never winter.
He was just past fifty then.