Life is a Poem Or Song

A Father's Love

2016-06-27T06:16:00.003-07:00

At 10pm we're off to bed to end our day

When our little girl spoke words that blew us away

With a "as-a-matter-of-fact" tune, she said
"Papa, you only do two things here at home,
You change clothes and turn off the lights."

One day, I hope our kids will know
That papa does more things and not just two
He changes clothes so he can toil the soil and provide for us
And turn off the lights to hide his weary body and let it pass.

You may not see him long enough everyday
But his thoughts are with us even if he's far away.
It pains him when he left for work without your byes
Even more when he comes home with your closed eyes.

If he wraps his heavy legs on you two
Don't complain, instead hug him tight and give him what he's due
If he teases and make fun of you
Laugh with him, so you won't miss it when you grow.

Thank the Lord above, for He gave you a father like him
A father of few words who stands firm on everything he says
Even if it meant for you learning the hard ways.
And this I'm sure, not even a pot of gold can make him look sideways
For he's soul and heart will forever lead back home to us
Even if it meant always chasing the last Ceres bus.

Rainy Noisy Sunday

2016-06-14T09:27:00.000-07:00

Flac-flac-flac-flac
This sound is defenitely not the clock
Raindrops start to pour down atop
While my bed is inviting me not to get up.

Get up, get up, get up
Kitchen's waiting for me to prepare the meal
But I thought it's Sunday
Can I just have it all to me?

With still a sleepy head, I rose
Thinking what food would I cook
It'd be great to have a hot soup
But I'd prefer a morning hot choco sip.

Not for a long while, I hear noise all over the house
Hubby's online gun firing squad cracking every single mouse
Screaming two toddlers running after each other's chase
While having fun on Eep the mouse's face.

Standing at the kitchen,there I behold
This noisy Sunday my memory would forever hold.
It could be nice if the pouring rain wipes this house's noise
On second thought, I'd rather keep them plus the scattered toys.

Flac-flac-flac-flac
Can I have this rainy Sunday all to me?
On the bed with my book about the world of Sophie.
Guess that would forever be a deepest fantasy
For times like this will always be a rainy noisy Sunday, family day!

Life Cycle, Life is Not Fair

2016-06-14T07:17:00.000-07:00

Everyday, babies are born.
Everyday, people struggle.
Everyday, oldies die.
This is Life Cycle.

Some people are happy.
But some people are sad.
Some people are angry.
But some people are pleased.

Some people are rich.
But sad of who they are.
Some people are poor.
But rich in ambitions.

Some people are good.
But die early.
Some people are bad.
But live a longer life.

This is what makes our Life Unfair.
You have to go with the flow.
Or stop and go drown.

Struggles, pain, hardships,
These are all part of life.
You have to surpass it.
Or stuck with it until your last breath.

This is our Life Cycle, Life is Not Fair.

I Need a Part Time Job

2016-06-11T23:05:00.000-07:00

It is almost end of Summer.
And winter is coming.
As I watch the storm outside.
I can say that it is perfect weekend to end the Summer.

On Monday will be the first day of school.
But here I am today in front of my computer.
Looking for a part time job to earn some extra cash.

My wife is preparing some requirements for school.
And thinking to pack a snack.
A slice bread with peanut butter.
As my daughter is excited for her first day of school.

My one year old son is roaming around the house.
Singing twinkle twinkle little star.
They look very happy together with her older sister.

I am thinking how nice to be a child.
No dish to wash.
No expenses to budget.
No need to think the dish for dinner.
No problems to solve.

As I check in my wallet.
Only a thousand peso left.
Worried if I can still budget it for one week.
(Few hours later the electricity bill just arrived.)
I may have a hundred of problems.
But I am not affected.
Because I know there's a thousand of solutions.

And I am doing this not for me.
But for the future of my son and daughter.
So here I am today in front of my computer.
Thinking "I need a part time job".

I am Not Perfect

2016-06-11T20:13:00.000-07:00

I may not be expressive.

But I really care for you.

I may not appreciate you.

But I like all the things you do.

I may not hug you every day.

But you are my pillow when I sleep.

I may not kiss you often.

But I cherish it every time we do it.

I may not be jealous.

But it hurts when I see you happy with someone else.

I may not say that, “I love you”.

But you are the only girl to hear me say it.

Whenever we have a misunderstanding.

You keep on reminiscing of the bad times.

You keep on saying things that I am not.

Why would you not accept me.

The way that I am.

You always think that you are nothing to me.

Because you don't know how much you mean to me.

I am not so good with words.

And I know I can't say this to you in person.

So I am writing this letter for you to know.

I am not Perfect.

But I am faithful to you.

I am not Perfect.

But at least I am real.

I am not Perfect.

But I will always love you.

You are my first, and you will be my last.