thank God for all the women

... especially mothers!

For the times we laughed with them,
times we listened to their singing
busy kitchen, and dishes tinkling.

For helping with our schoolwork,
cutting our hair
no matter how scary it felt,
sewing our undies, and oh-so-good cooking,
it smelt.

For sharing our laughter,
feeling wonderful as we experience first love,
sharing secrets and appreciating
every little thing they’d insist we're deserving of.

For all their love and care,
we thank you, dear God!
as for every worry we encounter,
a woman, especially our mother,
would always be there.

Returning home

 
finally? asked she, a favourite aunt
expecting incessantly
many times she’s been told “just wait and see”
for two long months plus twenty.

what else is there
that should be looked after?
when the heart longs for
HOME so sweet
yet now, still too elusive.

child of the sun returning
patiently awaits
a promise made in spirit
she hopes at least for merit.

couldn’t You see?
the force yearning to set free
to give back what You provided
now unwittingly alluded.

child of the sun returning
to the land of noisy mornings
tahooo! pan de sal, tocino
sinangag, longganisa, dilis
what a life, so simple, such bliss!

really now finally ...
please?!

I especially thank Kenneth Y. Ilio for this photo.

a long detour

 
Come to think of it ...

we’ve travelled far
stretched our
limits, Euros,
our every dollar

now as we realize
there’s nothing
like home!

the hearts long to
go home for sure
and, indeed,
all those travels
were merely part of
a long detour.