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An Ode to My Working Mom

I do not like this hide-and-seek

I do not like this one bit.

You said to count to ten

You do this time and again.

I knew it was unwise

To close my eyes

And just like that,

You were gone.

No, it’s no fun

I sniff like a mouse

And go through the house

And peek in each room

Only to cry

Over your tricks.

You do this every day

From Monday to Friday.

And even if I would

promise to be good,

you’d still go.

Can’t you just say no

To this “boss?”

Or is she much cuter than me?

No, that can’t be.

Stay home today, please.

I Dream of Apples

I dream of your face behind an apple;

I wake to draw a pipe on your nose.

I paint a bowler hat on your head;

Why? Well, it looks good, I suppose.

I draw blue green birds made of leaves;

I leave pink pigs in suits at the park;

I make men out of cutout paper;

That is how I wish to leave my mark!

I am Magritte

and I dream of apples.

When I Grow Up

When I grow up,

I will invite the monsters

Under my bed

(and inside my head)

To have some tea.

 

I will tell the big bully

In my school

That it would be cool

If he’d sit a while with me.

 

I will eat the scary vegetables

On my plate

(even those that I hate)

Without a wince.

 

I will speak out loud

And raise my hand

I’ll take a stand

And will not flinch.

 

When I grow up,

I will surprise all of you

With the things that I can do…

If I grow up.

 

Just Give Me Bubbles

You ask if I want a party hat

Honestly, I think It’s not all that

You say, what about a fancy cake?

I shrug, just get me an easy bake

You think, clowns, puppets, a magic show!

How many times must I say no?

Please don’t buy me a sparkling new dress

There is really no need for this stress

I’ll tell you one thing my heart beats for

A tub of bubbles and nothing more!

To blow pink bubbles and watch it float

Just sends giggles down my throat

A rainbow of colors in each sphere

I chase them until they disappear

It doesn’t cost much to make me grin

Blow me bubbles and watch me spin!

Simple Joys of Summer

Plucking away at petals
Playing love me-love me not
Armed with water guns we run
Sucking on ice when it’s hot

Making faces, tongues all out
Munching on sour, green mangoes
Stomping on mud, pounding clay
Painting on our little toes

Climbing the wall of your house
A quick glimpse of your brother
Drowning in dreams and giggles
Ah, the joys of my summer!

Summer is Here!

My daughter has been extra-restless these past few days, and I know why. She’s got just a week of school left, and then its summertime! In the Philippines, summer officially begins in April, although for students, summer arrives on the last day of school. I still remember my own summers, when work was just what old people did. Believe me, it was heaven! To honor all the summers that have gone by, I give to you this tiny poem, Simple Joys of Summer. May it remind you of your favorite summers. Enjoy!

A Rainbow Tale

Two eyes blinking in the inky blue night

Perched on the moon behind twinkling lights

A big brown owl prepares to take flight

It spies a school of fish, oh what a sight!

One shy purple fish comes out to peek

Looking to find a new friend to meet

Three red fish swim along to greet

They see a green turtle, oh what a treat!

Two birds fly to the bright yellow king

The sun dances at the birds’ chirping

Four orange crabs start their tap dancing

A rainbow of color their music brings!