Creepy Letter

Every time I finished late at work. I manage to go at my aunt’s working area in Recto so that we can go home together. She works as a clerk in a printing shop, a general type of business popular in that particular area of Manila. One time, while I was waiting for her to finish her work, I saw a piece of paper underneath the piles of invitations that soon to be printed. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but that small piece of paper has caught my attention.

The paper is kinda torn and a bit filthy, but I still manage to read what’s written on it. So, it was some sort of an invitation made for a funeral of an old woman. I was a bit curious about it and things begin playing on my mind. I wonder how even funerals now a day has invitations or a sort of a “thank you” card for those who attended the funeral. Maybe it was just meant for the upper class part of the society. Despite of the real purpose of the paper, I still manage to read what’s written on it. Well, it is poem. A well-versed poem intended for someone’s death, entitled I’m Free. Because of my passion with poems, I hurriedly grab a pen and a piece of paper and copied it.

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following the path God laid for me
I took His hand when I heard Him call
I turned my back and left it all
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to work or to play,
Task left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at the close of the day
If my parting has left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
And yes, these things, I too will miss
Be not burdened with times of sorrow
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow
My life's been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times a love one's touch
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.

I don’t know what is on this particular poem but it suddenly held me back and somehow changes my point of views. I have read several poems before but this one really took every inch me. My eagerness to know the story behind it as well as the real person who wrote it excites. It’s just like there is mystery lying on that piece of paper that I need to find out but unfortunately I don’t know where to start. Due to my intense curiosity, I asked my aunt about it.

“Where did you get that?”
“There, underneath the piles of junk!”
“May I see? Oh! But this is a rejected work. The owner refuses to continue the printing of that.”
“But why? “
“That particular customer also died during that time by a car accident with his whole family.”
Creepy…