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?

Blank Face

        The moon is shining brightly. The wind tickles the trees as I count the stars in the sky with my friend tonight.

          Honestly, my buddy’s face is nowhere to be seen though her outline is a woman.

          I can’t even hear her voice but I know that she would not let go of me and I’ve known her since the day I was born.

          Every move that I make she really can copy. 

          If I eat, she’ll also dine- in with me. 

        There are times that I burst into tears but I can see her sitting beside me, hands on her face and her shoulders shake.

          At home, I am sometimes alone but she’ll be right there.   

       At times I am scared, she’ll comfort me and in my heart, I know she’s saying, “Don’t be afraid, I am here”

       During holidays, I celebrate not only with my family and friends but she’s also invited to all of the occasions and I really can tell that she is very happy.

          Secrets are hard to keep. But if I tell her, I realize that her lips are tightly sealed.

          For all these years, she is still at my side whatever I do and wherever I go. Though I can only see a dark figure of her, she is indeed my best friend and especially, she is the SHADOW of my life.

I Do Believe in Fairies

I learned how to read since I was three years old. Almost half of my childhood, I spend all day with my books and at the age of five, I started making short fictitious chronicles.

Honestly, I only play with my toys if my cousins were visiting my family. Dolls and teddy bears doesn't make any sense to me at all though I've got more than 50 of them but if I'm with my books, it brings me to another world.

One of my favourite stories is about Peter Pan, I also watch it sometimes on DVD.

Every night before I go to sleep, I secretly put on a flashlight under my blanket and started to put my eyes on the adventures of Peter Pan until I close my eyes and begin with a dream.

If I wake up at around three o'clock in the morning especially during weekends, the first thing that I'm going to do after I splash some water unto my face is to get my book and began to read in the kitchen or even in the comfort room eventhough mosquitoes were biting my long legs under the table.

As I grow up, I've been spinning fairytales. When I go to the mall, I usually buy fairy- designed things like clothes and stuff like that.

Some people say that these little- winged humans are just an imagination but I know that if you just close your eyes in a garden full of colorful, sweet-smelling flowers in various sizes, I'm 100 % sure that you will hear their soft giggles as their wings flutter.

In my almost thirteen years of living on this planet, how I wish I have a pixie dust -keeper like Tinkerbell. Peter Pan is so lucky to have her.

Peter lives in Neverland along with some fairies. It is located at the sky, second star to the north.

Neverland is a place where you could not experience getting old but the saddest part is that you will forget everything you have on Earth.

When a baby laugh for the first time, a little-winged human is born and each of them has a very special talent.

Trees are already few on the forests. Earthquakes, typhoon and tsunamis happen, do you know why? because some people don't believe in fays.

In the movie, Peter once said," Fairies die if you don't believe in them". By the time I heard that statement, it's like my heart is being pulled out in my chest.

Maybe someday, we will repent if they all disappear like a popped bubble.

Let's all close our eyes and scream in the top of our lungs, "I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!". I am possitively and completely sure that there is such a thing called fairies and if they listen, perhaps an unexpected miracle would occur.

Always keep that in mind.