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May 15, 2009

Love is a salve as the summer breeze,
gently cooling, softly whispers to ease.
A moment's battle, an hour's struggle,
All vanish in a mother's cuddle.

I hear mother's whisper caressing me tender,
The warmth in her bosom providing shelter.
Lull me to slumber, hold me forever,
In a world of deception, confusion and terror.

-- Minsan, dumarating sa buhay natin ang mga panahong sana ay maaari pa tayong bumalik sa sinapupunan ng ating ina. Sa kanyang sinapupunan, mararamdaman natin ang pagkalinga at proteksyong walang kasing init at hindi napaparam.

Kung sana, pwede lang tayong maging mga sanggol habambuhay... Ngunit, kung mangyayari iyon, sino naman ang mag-aalaga sa ating magulang kapag sila ay tumanda? Pipiliin ba nating maging palaasa at humihingi ng tulong sa iba? Hindi ba sila magsasawang alagaan tayo habambuhay?

Dapat matuto rin tayong tanggapin ang mga pagbabago. Kaya nga tumatanda ang tao. Kaya nga nagkakaisip at gumagawa ng mga sariling desisyon.

Ayokong umasa habambuhay sa mga magulang ko.

(Binuo noong Mayo 15, 2009 habang tahimik na nakaupo malapit sa labasan ng eskwelahan. Kasalukuyan namin noong hinihintay ang pagdating ng isa naming opisyal bilang pagtupad sa obligasyon namin sa publikasyon.)

3 comments:

Hindi maiiwasan ang mga pagkakataon na nanaisin ng isang tao ang bumalik sa sinapupunan ng kaniyang ina, dahil dito tayo nakaranas ng ibayong pagmamahal ang pagkalinga. Ngunit tulad ng mga ibon, nanaisin nating lumipad gamit ang sariling mga pakpak. Kahit hinahanap ko ang di mapapantayang init at pagaaruga, hindi ko pa rin naaising maging sanggol sa panghabang-buhay.

missing my mom too. sob.

love,
nobe

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Hey Nobe! Nice to meet you! I believe this is your first time to come here.

I want to give you a big WELCOME!!!

Just visited your site but I can't comment. I think you do not allow comments to be published on your site? Sayang, I like your posts, eh. You do miss your mother...

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