A Letter for My Favorite Conqueror

To my beloved hero,

                We both love watching movies and superheroes are typically the main theme which we put our eyes into. However, some people don’t reflect on heroes, do you identify why? It’s for the reason that they haven’t met you.

                Most superheroes can take to the air, they are very brawny, and they also have some out of the ordinary abilities. They are all magnanimous but in my eyes, they’re all nothing match up to you.

                You may never train me how to fly; nevertheless, you help me soar through my dreams. You aren’t powerfully built, but you lift me up when I’m down.  You even defeat those villains who keep on destroying me. And most of all, you don’t have those special skills each protagonist has, yet you unceasingly make me feel special by giving me your love and care.

                Honestly, you’re one of those heroes who would take the risk just to save someone’s life and you’re that brave, Papa.  When I’m not feeling well, you don’t care how much my sickness would cost because you once told me that my health is the thing which matters most than hospital bills and medical checkups.

                Every single day of my life, never would I forget the things you have sacrificed for our family. You work day and night, just to have what we needed. So when I grow up, I will be the one to give everything you wanted no matter how expensive it would be and I will take care of you until the end of time because that’s what a daughter must do to her Papa by the time she wears those big girl shoes.

                When you use your hard-wearing hand on me, it really upsets me but then I realize how mean I am that even it’s also you who’s getting hurt because of my mistakes. I understand why you’re being so hard on me so I’ll try my best to be a good child always.  

                Though you do not let me use my phone during schooldays, I don’t care because it just shows that I should be focused on my studies for my dreams. You never allowed me to have an account on Facebook and you don’t even let me hang out with my friends to go to some other places; however, I’m still proud of you for doing that because you did a great job on molding my life which made me be on the right path.

                It’s really not easy to be a superhero but you did everything to make our family be in the right way. I don’t think I’ll never be able to thank you enough for all you've done for me, but today and always, please know how truly grateful I am to have a kind of father like you.

                I know that someday, my knight in shining armor would come around with his hands pulling me to his world but I swear that no one could ever replace you in my heart because you’ll always be my hero whom I truly love the most. Boys break the hearts of ladies but you proved to me that a father is the only guy who would never dare to wreck a girl’s heart.

                One of the greatest gifts I ever had which came from God, do you know what it is? I call him Papa and it’s you who I am talking about. And I am very proud to say to the entire world, “My Papa is really a superhero and he has given me the greatest power anyone could give to another person, would you like to be knowledgeable about it? Well, he believed in me"

                I love you so much, Papa. You’re the best!

                Your little sidekick,

Magic Wing

The Time in Your Years

                Her hugs, her kisses, her vented words, her arms which used to carry me around…her, the one I’ll always love until the end of time.

                The twitch that suddenly curves in the corner of her crimson lips, her laugh that hypnotizes me in a deep spell that no antidote could ever alleviate and her words that seems to be casting a strong but moral curse ….oh! Never would she perish in our sights.

                Through times of trouble, just turn to her direction and she would always be right there for you, even though she’s a woman with a few words…those statements were entirely and exactly a solution on one of our problems.

                And because of her advises  she’s one of our thousand reasons why on earth do we still keep on moving that by the end, we got the expiation we've been trying or dying to reach upon our biggest dreams.

                No wonder a man would be enthusiastically have fallen in love with her…it’s not because of drinking a potion but it’s because of her kindness and tranquility. That they've been blessed with two fine-looking ladies who grew up in a right way because of what she and her husband has borne on them.

                Since she has a very compassionate heart, she does not only give help to those she only knows but to those who were in deep need though she hardly knows them. 

She also have faith in the Omnipotent Lord, she believes that expressed prayers would truly be heard by the man upstairs that she’s been very grateful to receive such wonderful blessings.

                At this time of day, she’s celebrating her birthday…her 60th year in this world.  And after all those 60 years of sacrificing some things, facing the obstacles and especially, believing in miracles…we still and always would be standing with you no matter what.

                Thank you for expressing your love to us. Thank you for giving us a hand in every circumstances we and were about to face. Thank you for becoming part of our lives…Thank you, Ninang for everything.

Her world has just completed another revolution. Another year has added in her but who cares? Yeah, we only step in this world once but if we do something right…I think once would be enough.

Who cares of having wrinkles? Who cares of white hairs? Who cares of getting old?  No one, because in the end, it’s really not the years in life which counts…it is the life that we make in every year.

Fighting, Falling but Somehow Standing

The real battle has just began

But I can tell who has won

Fighting my fears from failing

Stopping my tears from falling

Why are they doing this to me?

They keep judging on what they see

I just wanted to be with my friend

But why are they full of comments?

Closing my eyes, hoping to die

I don’t want to hear all those lies

They don’t know the obstacles I’m facing

Especially the illness I’m having

However, they are the ones who make me strong

The reason why I still keep on standing

Even though my patience is still long

Sorrow, is what I still experiencing.

The Wind

             Flashing back from the past, where on my great grandfather and I have made a bunch of memories that would not be removed from my heart and mind.

             He is a well-mannered man, he never shouts to anyone though he is very old. A gentle voice was always to be heard by him like I was listening to an angel.

             When I was sitting beside him without saying anything, he would touch my arm and he would tell a story that made me entirely focused to him.

             If he saw me crying with pain and misery, he would pat my head and say, “Everything’s going to be okay”

             And most of all, the words that came out from him were full of concern.

             Questions like: How are you? How are your studies? Do you take care of your sister? Do you eat well at home?

             Do you always pray at night? Do you go to church every Sunday? Do you feel grateful to all the blessings the Lord gave you?

             His curiosity never bothers me because I know that he is just showing his love.

             But when I was going home, his eyes seemed to fill up with tears and his voice was barely a whisper as he asked, “Will you come back soon?”

             I promised him that I will return, but something terrible happened in November 9, 2008. Four days after joining in Division Sci- Jingle where my classmates and I won.

             My great-grandfather whom is also my best friend, had passed away. I was moaning, speechless and I remained silent while I close my eyes, imagining he’s still here.

             Without hesitation, my family and I went in the funeral. I bit my lip hard, trying to stop myself from crying but as soon as we arrived, there’s nothing I can do but to burst out all of my emotions.

             There he was, in a white coffin. Though his face is wrinkled, a smile appeared that symbolized his freedom.

             August 25 is his birthday; I remembered the card I had given him. He still kept it; I put it on the coffin and stay there for a long time, thinking about our promises and secrets.

             At the burial, tears came out from my eyes that it was already reddish and my whole body was shaking because my friend is finally with God.

             Four years passed and today is his birthday. Memories were to be remembered and never to be forgotten.

             At this time, I was trying to imagine that he is talking to me. I ask him the same question, “Will you come back?”

             The wind passes by as it dries my tears as if it is saying, “I’m only here and I will not leave you because I love you”.

            

             

You’re the Best, Mom!

When you hear me cough, sniff and cry, I know you will be right there for me.

When I shout through my nightmares, you run beside me and tell me a story.

You hear me laugh and you see me smile.

You make me happy when I’m sad in a while.

Thank you for being a great mother.

Thank you for loving me as your daughter.

Sorry if I am sometimes a bad girl.

Sorry if I am sometimes the reason why your head twirl.

For me,

YOU ARE THE BEST AMONG THE REST

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! I hope that you are happy

And always remember that I love you very much

From your little star, Elaine

                                                                               

Once Upon A Dream

Since I was a little girl, I always wanted what most Filipino kids desired for. I dreamt of becoming a London Girl.

I thought if I wish something on a star before I go to bed, I’d wake up on the next day having a red flaming hair and when I look in the mirror, I could see that my eyes  turned violet like Elizabeth Taylor’s.

          But even though how hard I try to make it real, I know that it will never come true.

          However, I am still proud to be a Filipina because Philippines is the country of the brave and it is where I truly belong.

          This is the place where I learn about myself and to all things around me.

          I am not afraid to show to anybody in the world that my hair is black as ebony and I have brown eyes.

          Who cares if I am not a British? Even though I can say their accent, my blood is still a Filipino.

          There were many lovely Filipinos from all over the country, they even won in some beauty pageants and one of them is Venus Raj and Shamcey Supsup.

          Filipinos also got the golden voice like Lea Salonga and Charice Pempengco, they are known by the public, both local and international.

          England is what I like but Philippines is what I love most. So what if some people’s hair is blond or brunette? Oh Filipinos have soft and silky black hair, Blue or Green eyes? I’m proud to have brown eyes.

All I can say is that we Filipinos also have the beauty not only in the face but also in our attitudes and talents. But you know what? I have red hair and violet eyes with a British accent . . . once upon a dream

         

I Am His Child

He remembers my name and my birthday,

He also blesses me every day.

Eyes, ears, arms and many more he give,

He always grants a miracle which all of us receive.

I can see him with my eyes close,

His face is so beautiful just like a rose.

I know he’s always with me,

That I don’t need to count from one up to three.

I will always thank him,

For I know he’ll never leave me even in my dream.

And as he holds my hand,

My mind is saying that he will never be gone.

 “Will you be my child?” he always says,

And I will answer “I am truly your child everyday”

He is my father,

But I am not the only one because all of us together,

We are his children forever and ever.

And he will whisper, “I love you my child”

Isn't it pleasant to hear?