Inang (Nana)

Another day waiting, I woke up alone
Hearing creaks from the floor and my bones
I coursed through the hallway half-knowing where to go
If it weren't for the memories on the walls
Everyday, everyday
Feels like theyre running around in 2008
There are pictures of babies I don't seem to know
I just know they're about to come home

Got not much time yet the days have no end
Spent it counting dead orchids on the lawn
A large dinner table and three empty beds,
Dear, how many plates here have I lost?
Everyday, everyday
Feels like theyre running around in 2018
I slammed shut the doors to block all the noise
But soon they're about to come home

I watched life go in pictures from when
I was pretty and strict as they said I am
A strong mother who raised nine children
without her lover by the side of her bed
But that woman was gone once jealousy hits
'Cause God took her youngest much earlier
than how much she lived--its cruel to think
she's blessed she can't remember at all

Familiar faces say their hellos
All but blurry like time passing by
It's either because I was laying too much or
It's harder at age eighty-nine
Everyday, everyday
Feels like theyre running around in 2008
I look up above and prayed not aloud
Saying "Honey, they're finally home"
Honey, theyre finally home