Poem: Lolo

From him: I’ve learned that hard work does pay and it pays long-term.
From him: I’ve learned to listen carefully with my heart.
From him: I’ve learned to stay calm yet smart amidst crisis.
From him: I’ve learned to rise up early and organise the duties for the day.

From him: I’ve learned the importance of being physically and mentally active.
From him: I’ve learned that eating more vegetables and fish is good for me.
From him: I’ve learned to find joy in keeping a close contact with the people I care about.
From him: I’ve learned the value of humour–to laugh at almost everything.

For him: I will always find time to walk, dance, jump, and keep my Fitbit vibrating.
For him: I will try to create a more healthy lifestyle for my own well-being.
For him: I will try to hone and nurture my interpersonal relationships.
For him: I will wake up each day with a plan to do good to self and others–to always go above and beyond duty.
 
*Lolo (Grandpa) turned 100 years old this year; and today, quite sadly, he will be put to his final rest and for the rest of us who will not be able to be there to send him off to his next adventure, Lolo’s legacy will remain in us and through us, no matter where we live. “Mayo lang nga paglakat, Lo.” Farewell and fy high, Lolo dearest!

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Requiescat by Oscar Wilde

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, Peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.


Today, I remember two exemplary women–two mothers; and so I wanted to pay them a tribute through this poem. One is my own, Mercedes, and the other is my friend Claudette’s mom, Josephine. They may no longer be with us physically in this universe, but the ever-so-loving-memory of them will live on with us for ever, and, in any universe too. Fly high, Mercedes and Josephine!

Poem by Oscar Wilde
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Poem | A Good Love Shared

A Good Love shared

Oh! sad plight but we’d be happy for it instead
The storm guised as a calm wave of bluest of oceans

We danced to celebrate on humid nights
And hot summers worthy of cradle

Moments spent–heartwarming and indelible
Hugs, kisses, laughs and possibly all the good in life
Did not end, it never does

Love so true, so energised
To be part of it was grand
A special gift
That was ours alone

We’ve witnessed a love which grew
Mature, sacred and kind
One special love that could never scoot
Nor be erased

They say, bury the hatchet, nothing of such kind
Nothing to feel bitter about
Just simply fruits of love, and love only

Dejected that the love affair had to end
Excited for the budding friendship to bloom
Like a new flower yet to be discovered

Cherish the sweet feel of deep breaths
Brought upon by thoughts and voices
Of a wonderful, wonderful memory
Of you, of us

A memory to be kept safely
In the deepest secret carnival of the heart

The storms will be forgotten
Only calm will stay
As we blithely absorb and cherish
The good love shared
 
*Penned by author from decades past

Haiku | Unsaid

Kuei Ya-lei

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such treasured moments
we’d watch old films together–
that was ecstasy.

18

18 for Athena
When you were 1
I had just left my teens
Then Lari had someone–
A baby sister
To play with, to tease
To hug, to kiss

Back then I’d carry you
In my arms
Strong paddler arms
But that was back then
I would carry you still

At times when
You were left with me
We’d sing, dance, fight
Watch cartoons
Read a story book
Recite a poem
I’d watch you sleep
While I read a novel
Or study my lessons

When you turned 8
You started to display
Grace and kindness
Lili and Raya came
Your turn as big sis
To play, to tease
To hug, to kiss

You’ve found your love
for singing and music
Like your Lola Cedith
Your voice as angelic
Effortless, flawless
You used to belt a Lea
Or a Sarah G for me–
That memory
Will always be with me

Fast forward to today–18
Yes, you’re now Eighteen.
Darn! How time flies
I may be far away
But, like I always say
Take care dear Athena
Of yourself, your sisters
Your mom and dad

Have a generous heart
Make genuine friends
Keep, give value
to friendships–
old and new.

Much love. Happy Birthday!