Happy Parents We Are All!

A Conversation on Fathers’ Day.

Happy Fathers’ Day, hon, rewarded yourself on this occasion?
You mean, with a pair of socks, a bottle of cologne or slip-ons?
I did buy me shirts weeks ago; I did not wait to shop for this day,
I needed new clothes and a pair of boxers, by the way.

I will have tea and some of those delicious cookies.
Your greeting is sufficient, but I do prefer your kisses.
Anyway, Happy Parents’ day to the both us, honey.
I bet the malls are jam-packed so I will just watch TV.

Hush, I know I am the best Daddy!
Sure, everyday is Parents’ day, honey!
Yes, you two are my baby!
Bye! Kisses to you and Santi!

To Every Mother.

EVERYDAY IS MOTHERS’ DAY
(A Poem On Fathers’ Day. 06/17/07. gq)

She Nurtures.
Every Second of the Hour.

She’s House-Keeping.
Every Hour of the Morning.

She Gives Nutrition.
In the Morning ‘til the Afternoon.

She Hums Lullabies.
To Subdue Your Cries.
Every Second, She is in Action.
Papa is Away, He’s not Home.

She’s Alert
Every Minute.
Each Moment of Every Evening.
She’s Awake While You Are Sleeping.

Kiss Her. Hug Her. Tell Her YouLove Her.
Who Needs the Reminder?
She is Your Nurturer.
Every Day of the Year.
She is a Mother.

Phonecalls and Lullabies

Your Mama declared over the phone,
She has been covering Lennon,
Quickly I had to ask her, “Hon,
Must you chant in the afternoon?”

She told me a lit’l while ago;
You wail at noon with gusto;
Said you’ve a terrible mood swing;
I asked, “Is it in synch with your singing?”

“Bah, you, humbug,” she retorted,
The afternoon rays do reach the bed;”
“I’ll get you a new curtain next time;
Maybe it’s the sun, the fault is mine.”

Hanging up, I asked,“Which song,
Is it a Lennon with an easy tune?”
She said you love Til There Was You.
“Ok, hon, but please don’t sing it like Yoko.” (06/06/07. gq)

You Are My Baby-Love.

Papa thought he already knows what you’re going to be, honey;
And you will make us all proud;
I think I already know what to teach you;You should not be bashful, selfish, and loud;

Whatever fate will bestow on you; you shall get by.

Your prince could be a farmer’s son or with a castle;
No matter, you will be loved, my doll.
Though you’ve a captivating smile; you will still get hurt;
Pain, joy, sorrow and glee; that’s what life is all about.

Cry, laugh, smile and mope; but I know you’ll not lose hope.

Papa really knows for sure what to do, honey;
You will be loved, that’s what you’ll gonna be!

Mother Earth

When I Grow Up

I’d like to play in the fields when I grow up, Papa;
Look for beautiful flowers and give it to Mama;
Roll in the grass and climb lovely tall trees;
Chase dragonflies and look for roses.

When it rains, would you still let me out,
Play with me and chase clouds?
What about the river, will it still be there?
I’ll ride piggy-back and we’ll go to it near.

Will the world still be the same when I grow up?
Will there still be crickets, moths and frogs?
How about the grass, will it still be green,
Will there still be tall trees that sway with the wind?

I’d like to see all these things when I grow up;
Especially the birds, the flowers and the doves.
Also, I’d like to get Mama some nice wild-roses;
I guess, it’ll go perfectly with your sweet, adoring kisses.

So let them keep the grass green and trees tall;
Make the air clean and rain fall.
I’d love to see, smell and feel all these, Papa;
When I grow up promise me, we will go play outdoors with Mama.

We Nailed 'em, Honey!

Uncle Erik says you’ll never gonna wear a ballerina’s shoes;
Though you’re only a week-old, you already got big toes.

Hush, honey, your baldy uncle is just kidding;
He’ll probably be in the front row, cheering.

Dad says you don’t have my resemblance one-bit;
Though he never argued when I showed him your feet.

You see, honey, Papa’s a bit tall compared to them;
Your aunt says you might just become a beauty queen.

Your momma fears you might get my complexion;
But she has no choice, she also hates her skin tone.

Hush, honey, we’re all just amused looking at you;
We actually want to say, “Bravo, bravo!”

You see, honey, you are a very fine specimen; whenever I say you are so beautiful, everyone just says, “Amen!”