this is prose composed by my lola. i dont know whether its a poem or a story, because i cant figure out whether she just ran out of space or went to da next line purposely (the first word in each line is capitalized though) she wrote it in a notebook n gave it to me in the summer of 2001 when i went to my homeland the Philippines. I feel like i owe it to her to post it here. _________________________________________________________________ "The Unpardonable Crime" You must know my bearers, That I am a young woman With all the characteristics Of my Malayan mother. You know, I am fond of cities & dances, And whenever an invitation is given to me, To go to the dance, I never refuse the offer. One night, it was a dark & stormy night, When I asked Mother persmission to go to the dance. Are you going to the dance? she said. Why not stay here, and read your Bible, Or study your lesson? No matter I must go. Since this dance is held in our victory championship this week And since my friends are waiting for me there downstairs. I must go Mother. While I was about to go, My sister went before me & closed the door. What do you mean by closing the door? Do you mean to block up my way? Out from there! I pushed her. And she fell down. Then I left home. And went to the dancing hall. When I reached there! I danced and danced gayly and gayly. And while I was dancing, I heard a footstep coming towards me. And it whispered into my ears. Mother is dead! Mother is dead! Mother is dead. When i heard it, I left the dancing hall & went home. When I reached home, I opened the door. And what do you think I saw? Oh! I found my mother lying dead. Oh! Mother, forgive me, forgive me for what I have done. Oh! My mother does not answer. Are her lips so tightened that they could not answer my recall? When I turned back I saw my sister standing pale before me. And I asked her for answers, but she fell down dead too. Oh! God forgive me, Forgive me for what I have done -- Can I live without a mother? Can I live without a sister? The Unpardonable Crime I die. By Lola This was declaired by me while I was back in Grade III before. ___________________________________________________________ Straight from the book. I miss her.