28

Halakhak

The unforgiving day
has worn me out.

With sulky soul
I entered and heard
the loud laughter
of mom and dad,
followed by
the giggles of
my little lasses and lad.

I went in
and was welcomed
by their warm smiles.

My worn out soul
was revived.
My lungs breathe again.

I am home.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash


In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 28 – Halakhak.

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  1. My lungs breathe again.

    I am home.

    What a delightful way to end the poem, which is such a fine look at the health that laughter can engender. God bless our families–our laughing families! You’re so right, sister! Humor can revive!

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      1. OH NO! Not more tantrums–she’s either very hormonal or seriously ill mentally… Will Pray Fervently!! And I sent you more recordings…just whenever you have time ❤

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      2. Thank you dear! I am okay. I think I a slowly becoming used to her. But my officemate cried a lot this morning. *sigh*
        I will try to get to the recordings soon. I need them. ❤ Thank you dear!

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