You would be first to laugh At me missing the tribute For you. Hala, senior moment! You were always a cheerful soul Though perhaps you hid it well From the students who queued Daily for your attention. They had no inkling How you found joy in little things. Did they look into your eyes While asking you to sign a dropping form? Did they thank you for your wise counsel About courses to take or not take? Some complained you were unmoveable. But we depended on you to be so. And you took the flak every time. Were you tired of all that? You left so suddenly Your things and knick-knacks Still on your desk The space you knew so well You could tell me where to find The document we needed When I ran an errand for you During the first lockdown. More than twenty years in the post! Or was it thirty or longer? The alumni know your name Better than everyone else's. Miss Maybelle. Not even the deans can compare. And you could recall many of them. What batch. What course. What award received. You were a super APO! And a super friend everyone of us Relied on. Always present And dancing with enjoyment At our staff parties. You were going to make the trip to Bicol! We were waiting for the lockdown to end! We will miss you, Maybelle. But rest now. Rest now.