Requiescat by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.


Today, I remember two exemplary women–two mothers; and so I wanted to pay them a tribute through this poem. One is my own, Mercedes, and the other is my friend Claudette’s mom, Josephine. They may no longer be with us physically in this universe, but the ever-so-loving-memory of them will live on with us for ever, and, in any universe too. Fly high, Mercedes and Josephine!

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A Lament by Oscar Wilde | Tribute to Uncle Pido

O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees.

O well for him who ne’er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone.

But well for him whose feet hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God.


Wilfredo Hormigos Olorga (13 October 1939 – 1 July 2015)

The only son of the late Santiago Olorga and Partrociña Olorga, Tiyoy Pido grew up to be surrounded by his eight lovely sisters: Gloria, Eva, Vilma, Nenita, Ling, Milagros, Mercedes, and Corazon.

Tiyoy lived in Canlubang, Laguna, with his late wife Linda and their children: Joy, Jing, Jay, Grace and the late Jaypee. Though he and his family lived quite far from his sisters’ families for the longest part of his life, everyone in the family never really felt that they actually live islands away from us; as our moms (his sisters) would always tell us stories about him most of the time. Whenever the sisters gathered around, there were mentions of ‘Pido’ here and there–mostly hilarious stories of their experiences growing up during the American Occupation.

We were very young then when he came to visit us in Bacolod, Bago and Victorias. Back then, we were very amused with him and our cousins, especially when we hear them converse in a different language; and whenever our friends mention about Manila or any Filipino-speaking province in Luzon, we would proudly announce that we have an Uncle and cousins in Laguna–for no particular reason–we were just proud.

For the few of us who studied and lived in Manila, we would pay him and his family a visit on some weekends. A short catch up, simple snacks, a nice stroll at the nearby golf course; and as we exchanged our goodbyes, he would hand each of us some money. It’s not that he had a lot, he just wanted to share.

To all of us his nephews and nieces, aside from his generosity, we also remember Tiyoy Pido to be a very jolly guy and he would always joke around with his sisters. His great sense of humour and sense of independence are two of his finest traits. He was a respectable, hardworking and a very responsible family guy.

Rest in Peace, Uncle!

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