Last night we talked about childhood
Walked down memory lane to recall past antics
You painted a picture of your early years:
Smart kid, chubby cheeks—
Probably a little too plump
coz you were constantly teased,
But you used your wit to you your advantage—
Traveled far and wide
Winning contests.
Here’s a boy who likes solving puzzles,
reading newspapers,
raising hands
You got a treasure trove of bests
And I wish I could say the same.
You see, I have very few memories of childhood
I have images lacking backstory
And voices with no picture in mind
At a young age, I was torn
Between two languages—
Tagalog and Bisaya, clashing,
twisting my tongue which is probably why
I came to love silence—
And English
Here’s a girl who likes Edward Lear,
book reading reports,
hour hands
I’m a hunter of the treasures of my past
And I wish you stick with me ’til I find them at last.
July 7, 2020 at 1:24 am
Bittersweetness, eloquently expressed.
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July 8, 2020 at 9:40 pm
Awwee. Thank you, magarisa 💛
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July 10, 2020 at 12:44 am
You’re welcome, Maria.
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July 13, 2020 at 7:23 am
Honest, poignant, with a tinge of melancholy. Personally, I can relate to having different languages clashing on my tongue, and having few memories of childhood, having “images lacking backstory”. Often, I remind myself to focus on the present since that is all I have control over. 💜
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July 15, 2020 at 11:07 am
Awwe… thank you, Jade, for this beautiful reminder. I know, in these times of confusion, this is what we need. 💜
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August 2, 2020 at 2:15 pm
i love how you balance honestly, melancholy, some sadness, and a lot of love in your poem. I believe he will remain. ❤
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August 3, 2020 at 11:38 am
Thank you, dearie! ❤
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August 4, 2020 at 1:38 pm
always, dearie!
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