As I look back to glance at your origami I could see how I missed one of our activities going CCP It was one of the best times you would bundle us And I didn’t come because of house chores that always Impeded my speed. Yet those times I was with you at the Writing Center Created powerful jet trails in me And beautiful clouds that GOD has drawn
I remember your word “candid.” It meant so much when I write my essays, especially when I’m tempted to lie, And use quotes not my own. I remember you were my first father confessor, too You didn’t laugh at me, but only instilled respect for a writers professionalism. My funny first drafts – were torrid, and bloody But then, our workshops were inspiring And those were the times – I would never forget you, teacher
Your voice, I never heard Your hands, I never touched Your face wasn’t even visible in my dreams Yet The time my soul was panting You were right there standing, in front of me Sharing your books As a father would To feed…
An Easter promise is GOD talking to us face to face. He reminds us that His love goes beyond our mortality and the creation of the universe. Oftentimes, we don’t mind Him because we’re busy with work and everyday affairs. But GOD doesn’t give up on us, and even highlights this Easter celebration like Christmas, by praying together and remembering our faith.
God has blessed me with an image of the “Lord of the Resurrection,” that is in our house now. The image belongs to the sister of my father, and to our family. My aunt tells me that it is from Spain as old as Magellan and Basco da Gama. My grandfather is a simple folk from Laguna, but then the image was given to them by the Flores great grand dad who married a rich woman from Spain… way way back. Ever since for many years it had been the Lord of the Resurrection in the church of Victoria Laguna. Later when the church was able to get another image from a good benefactor – one Lord of the Resurrection belon…
mam marjorie, my poetry writing teacher, advised me in her email that i should be writing a beautiful sentence or paragraph everyday for practice. i thank her for untiringly not giving up on me, even after our finished lessons way back my creative writing classes. ive always admired her poetry, and adored her diligent vocation as a writer and teacher.
now, i also tell my students to write and practice everyday... and i hope for their diaries, too,
to mirror the self
yes, teachers are like faithful mothers and students - sons and daughters
today is the birthday of wenzi. she is a very charming lady now. i like her with her winking big eyes and her expressions that make me laugh. but she has a problem ... she wants more weight because ever since... she's that skinny little girl. anyway shes drinking weight gain now, and flaunting her eyes with eye shadows of different colors. she's wearing yellow today. may GOD hold her close forever.