/Kapre: a hairy, harmless giant in Filipino Folklore usually seen smoking tobacco on a tree./

"The monster wasn't under but above my bed, all along."

You yap yet your Grandmother can't figure out the song.

So I sang her the lyrics for she loved me as much as her grandchild:

"Lola, Milo mistake me for a Kapre at night, isn't that wild?"

And she'll laugh with me- at you.

"Bed Monster, Heaven Closer, Guilt-tripper..."

You Named me names but look at how:

I grow glad giggles with your Grandmother...

She raised you good and now, I'll raise you better; Holy Host, London Bridge, and Lazarus.

You, pure lotus rising from the dirtiest wetlands, ringing my ears with the words of Jesus.

You, who grew up without a father figure, I'm here now so let's make you scream for one.

For maybe he'll come; Bed Monster, Door Locker, Knees Trembler- now tell me how you'll run?

You may name me names and act defiant,

But your Lola thinks I'm still that gentle giant-

The Kapre which only young boys searched nightly.

But you're months older than me, yet you called me 'daddy'.