Posts Tagged ‘Father’



June 7, 2010

I had the most terrible week and half of my life. However, I am so thankful to be coming out on top. I like being the winner. It comes with the name. For those who understand the Filipino language, you’d know what I mean.

Never again will I ever go through that nightmare I had to go through. I will once again start as a trainer on Thursday. I am still excited even if this isn’t the first time I’ll be training people. It’s just that everything is always a learning experience, so being a trainer is never the same with every class you handle.

It’s my father’s 4th death anniversary today. I hope that wherever he is now, he will find peace.I hope that when he looks at us now, his family, he will be assured that we are all in good hands and in good health.

I want to celebrate my being back to WordPress after almost two years of being away. I have not been active in the last few weeks because my life was in turmoil. I am so glad the storm is over now.


Three Tankas

February 25, 2010

As a poet for today’s rally, I want to feature three Tankas. A Tanka is a Japanese type of poem. It consists of five lines. The first and the third lines have five syllables while the rest of the poem has seven. I have already tried Haiku, so I’m giving this a try as well. I hope you guys enjoy. 🙂

The Grave

The rose smells so sweet.
In her hands, so red, so lush.
But the tears that fall
Portray the sadness she feels,
Leaving the rose on his grave.

The Friend

A joyous flower,
Looking so clean and friendly,
Daisies look so cute.
I wish he’d give me daisies;
His friendship, I so cherish.

My Father

He gave me tulips
Because I was his baby.
He painted flowers
So beautiful to see and
Called them “Tulips for Isha”


This is Not and Ode, But This is For My Father

January 8, 2010

I miss him.

Everytime I remember him, never a moment goes that I do not wish it was someone else who died, not him. It could have been my mother’s brother, or his wife. It could have been someone else who deliberately made other people miserable. It did nto have to be him. But he was the lucky one who got chosen. Three years has passed, and I still haven’t completely gotten over that.

Maybe I never will. Maybe I will always question the heavens why it had to be him. He could have lived longer, happier, healthier. He could have made his peace with people. He could have created so many other works of art. But he was taken away from this world, and everything else became different.

My father may not have been the perfect father; he was far from it. But I know he tried his best, and he loved my brother and me, which, I think, is all the matter. I learned a lot from him. Without realizing it, he taught me everything I needed to know about life, its hardships, its cruelty, and its beauty.

Every now and then, I always have something I want to tell him or share with him. Unfortunately, I just have to comfort myself with the faith the he is still watching over me, wherever he may be. I may not be able to talk to him, but he still knows what’s going on in my life right now. Still, that’s not enough sometimes.

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