A two-minute quick sprint
out of a wooden house
with wiggling eight-step stairs
(“our” because we live there,
but is not really ours at all)
and I and my two sisters
are out of reach of our mom’s
arms carrying the fourth
young mouth of the family.
Under a soft-roast summer noon,
bare feet and little town mud
turns into a chocolate cake licking
our tiny toes — mushy and tickling.
Dressed in all white sando and thin
cotton shorts, we dance with the
pair of green blades and the
tender tropic wind, as if we will not
get our asses smacked with
tiny stick from a fallen twig
once our mom, done with
dinner chores, call us back,
“Time to go home.
Time to go home.”
I still wish to have
the soles of my legs free
of leather, or cover,
of whatever the magazines
say it need be,
I am still the little girl
running away, though clumsy.
Well, distance cannot,
will not erase identity.
When can I go home?
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Ohhhh sabi nga ni Maria namiss nia ang probinsya. This really a beautiful read Rose and honestly i regret the fact i wasnt that kind of girl back then..
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Uu. Ako din. Miss ko na ang probinsya lalo na yung pagkain at mangga. HAHA. Awww. Thank you, Mich. We always have a child in us. We can still be the kids that we are. One way or another!
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I miss probinsya meal..kakamiss
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truuuue! nothing beats sinangag with itlog,itlog na maalat at kamatis, and kape at mainit na pandesal!
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Ooohhh myyyy i miss that..iba amg sinangag sa atin…😣😣😣
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truuuue!!
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Such a lovely write. Brought back memories of my maternal house 🙂
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Yay! I am sure those memories are beautiful and worth cherishing. Thank you for reading!
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Absolutely 😀😀
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I was. right there. with you. Sooooo well done!
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Oh thank you for revisiting this memory with me! Really appreciate it.
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Lovely 💖
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Thank you!
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My pleasure!
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Ahh the imagery is sublime, dear Rosema, and transported me back to my childhood. (My mom used to smack me too when I was misbehaving haha, Asian parents will always be the same!)
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HAHAHAHA! Aren’t they all bruuuuutal???? But they love us, anyway. 😀 Thank you, dearie!
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Captivating night-time and dream-like qualities here, sister. Even with the threat of punishment, after absconding for fun. I believe the better part of home life return, better than before.
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Aww. You capture the heart of the poem, brother. I hope and pray, too!
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Oh my–Clapping my hands in loud applause, Rosey!!! I, too, prefer to be barefoot 🙂
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yay! it’s fun right!? 🙂 Thank you dear sister!
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🙂 :)You’re most welcome!
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❤ ❤ ❤
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The very last line pierced my heart just thinking of my eternal home with Christ.
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oh that image is touching and calming, too. thank you, Diana!
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You’re utmost welcome!
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❤ ❤ ❤
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I like the longing at the end to go home.
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thank you, Frank.
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I wish I can go home and back in time, to those idyllic childhood memories. Hope you are safe and healthy.
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oh, i wish, too. thank you, Grace. i am okay. stay safe and well!
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Your poem brings back happier times for sure. I’m glad you still feel that childlike spirit.
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oh i am trying to keep her alive. inside. thank you, Ms. Jade!
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🙂
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