THE HOSPITAL

Two hands clasped together
Over a rounded belly
In anticipation
Of a new life
A gift
Waiting for that first glimpse
Of that black and white image 
The first picture 
Of a life about to be born

A pair of arms cuddling
A new life created
Familiarizing
Protecting
Nurturing
A smile exchanged between 
Two beings who made
This new bundle of joy
A new life chapter awaits

Starting a Moon Series of Poetry

The moon is a constant feature in my memory bank. There are a lot of memories in my life - happy, sad, painful - that the moon had been a witness to. Last night, a big, golden full moon evoked strong memories from the distant past. And it inspired me to write a poem. Actually, I'm inspired to write a series about the moon.

I'm a bit conscious about my writing. I'm more of a reader than a writer. Decades ago, I attempted to write poetry but somebody told me I don't have it. And so for sometime, I did not write again.

Poetry writing is a form of therapy, so I'm writing again. Even if somebody will tell me I suck at it. 

Moon Series I
08/21/2013

A golden moon
Wrapped by dainty finger-like clouds
Brings back memories
From a hundred moons ago
Of coconut trees caressed by sea breeze
Of gentle waves kissing the shore
Of young, beating hearts whispering
Innocent vows towards the perfect moon
No words were required
A sigh, a glance, a heartbeat
Spoke a thousand meanings

But that was before.

Another attempt at poetry, one boring afternoon

I got bored last Wednesday, so I tried writing some poetry. I originally posted it on Facebook but hey, I guess it also deserves a post here on my blog. 

Literary critics would definitely raise their eyebrows especially with the English title and the Filipino content. I'll try to translate it in English next time. 

A Reader's Wish
(Original work, in Filipino)
June 26, 2013

For A Very Special Boy

Baby Oyen at 1-year old

I first posted this on my Facebook wall. It's about my feelings and thoughts about my special boy, Baby Oyen. He is autistic, and at age four, could not yet verbally communicate with us. It is sometimes frustrating not to know what's going on in Baby Oyen's mind. 

Somebody suggested that I turn my Facebook post into a poem. But since I'm not a literary writer, I'm sticking with the original format. My attempts in poetry always ends up in total failure. Anyways, in whatever form it maybe - poetry or prose - the message is still the same. I made some changes, a little editing here and there. So here it is. I am hoping someday, when my Baby Oyen will be allowed by the Lord to progress and learn how to read, he will discover this so that he would know how much I love him.

IF I AM THE RICHEST PERSON IN THE WORLD

If I am the richest person in the world, how would I spend my wealth?