(Break muna tayo, kaibigan)
Once upon a time in a land near and far, in a time where yours and ours are but dreams yet undreamed, in a place where here and there are but visions yet unclaimed, the greatest king who never reigned went down to his people and died.
This gentleman, this lord, this king now forever lost, set open the floodgates of tears of a people numbed by tyranny. For years these people had lived under an iron man's rule, for years they had fought for and lost their right to be free. For years they had stayed bound and silent, dying a slow death as their hope faded and disappeared. For years they were lost. For years they were dying.
In the death of the greatest king who never reigned, these people died.
And yet in death there was life. A dying ember gently, tenderly, steadily grew brighter until, three years later, it blazed into life. With the kiss of a mother, this flame grew bigger, bolder, all heat and light of burning, burning yellow. And the flames flickered, and the flames danced, casting yellow lights against the shadowed corners until there was no darkness but light, until there was no lie but truth, until there was no black but yellow, yellow, eternally yellow.
Yellow, the color of cowards. Yellow, the color of the sun. Yellow, the color that blinds with its harshness and truth, the color that glares with its heat and light. The color of the honest, the color of the brave, the color of the queen of the blue blue sky - the color that promises a brand new life.
And the wife of the greatest king who never reigned was all shades of yellow and light and truth. She was yellow, and fearlessly so. She was yellow, and truthfully so. She was yellow, and beautifully so.
In a kingdom where a lost child sought, it was the brightness of her yellow that he found. In a kingdom where a lost people grieved, it was the comfort of her yellow that she provided. In a kingdom where miracles were doubted and forgotten, she commanded tears of yellow from the lightening skies. She commanded armies of yellow in a voice so soft, she commanded courage before fear in a voice so gentle, she commanded truth in the face of lies in a voice so mild. She was the woman in yellow who commanded respect and love, the woman in yellow who respected and loved.
She was no princess, no queen, she was no experienced leader. She was simply the wife of the king who never was, simply the widow left with the task of continuing his fight. She was simply the mother of his daughters and son. Simply the mother of children who will no longer feel a father's love.
She was simply a mother.
And she was all a lost kingdom needed.
Once upon a time in a land near and far, in a time where yours and ours are not entirely distant, in a place where here and there are not entirely different, the greatest mother who ever reigned went up to her King and lived.
Maria Corazon "Cory" Cojuangco Aquino, the 11th President of the Philippines, died on August 1, 2009 at 3:18 am. She is laid to rest today at the Manila Memorial Park beside her husband, national hero Senator Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino, Jr.
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