The Chant

My rubber shoes are soaked with rain. My hungry stomach is now in pain. I was drowned in the sea of noise made of my schoolmates' giggles and words shared with their friends and parents as well as the sound of the car tires against the water-kissed road. The sun's about to be eaten by… Continue reading The Chant

A Mother’s Heart

I almost dropped the two full paper bags when I saw the familiar blue car parked in front of our home. So they are back after a month. Seated in front of my husband, my daughter and her rugged boyfriend sat in full-of-fear silence. I walked in without looking at them. I might not be able… Continue reading A Mother’s Heart

First Fly

“That’s your daddy, little man!” My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one. “Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we… Continue reading First Fly

Word-High July: Kinaadman

Kinaadman Her knowledge isn’t from four corners of a school room. Her wise words are from her mistakes, she hopes will be her child’s boon. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer Photo credit: BuzzFeed, Unsplash In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words: Day 25 – Kinaadman.

A Mother’s Wish

In this light-less blood-filled room, my screaming thoughts escape my head, my stubborn heart’s beating, I wish I was dead. I wish to smell your innocent scent. Experts say newborn's fragrance is like drugs. I wish to be high on you, even once. I wish to feel the softness of your skin. They say your… Continue reading A Mother’s Wish

Special Child

Special Child I am used to kids with autism being called ‘special’ until I have given birth to one. Since then, I hated that term. I gradually figured out they call kids with autism special to sugarcoat the word abnormal. My son isn’t normal. I’m fine with that. No sugarcoat needed. He can only say… Continue reading Special Child

Dying, Darling

Dying, Darling: A Monorhyme* As I lay dying I'll be rememb'ring... Your tired hands so caring, sharp words yet encouraging, big round eyes yet endearing, non-singer voice yet calming. Most of all as I lay dying, my soul will be smiling, with the faith it is carrying, the best heirloom from you, mother darling. — ©2016… Continue reading Dying, Darling

Mother’s Choices: Two Kimo*

Mother’s Choices: Two Kimo* (A poem for the strongest woman I call Nanay) She gave birth to a baby she called Rose. Loving beyond borders, walls. She somehow made the right choice. Miles from home she ran with the man she loves. Her beating heart overruled. Her innocence captured. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All… Continue reading Mother’s Choices: Two Kimo*

Counting Birds

Counting Birds It’s that time of the year again. Flock of little birds swing in electric ropes. Their sweet chirps signal morning’s hope. My eyes are wet again, whenever I see them. How time flies. My little girl, my first angel, learned numbers when she was barely two by counting those little singers. One… two… become sixteen… to… Continue reading Counting Birds

Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Giggling Innocence: A San San* Your sweet giggling innocence screams, awakes asleep mem'ry. Mind's screaming silence now ends as I hear soothing cadence, your voice soothes chained spirit free. Screaming silence now giggles, your giggling innocence sends soothing cadence that tickles. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Danielle MacInnes In response to… Continue reading Giggling Innocence: A San San*