Thirteen years ago (sometime on August of 1996), I wrote a poem entitled growing impression.... If my memory serves me right, I wrote that on my 20th birthday when I was just enjoying my moment in U.P. Sunken Garden (my favorite spot after library works and whenever i wanted to be alone).
One of my hobbies then was to compose poetries whenever the mood strikes. Reading my piece was simply cathartic!I wished I had published them before they were destroyed by Typhoon Ondoy. I did a short compilation but I was able to save only one of those I have composed. Apparently, the rest was no longer readable due to damage done by the mud!
(Thanks to Manoy who found it and meticulously cleaned the mess so I can have it back.)
Here you go...
One of my hobbies then was to compose poetries whenever the mood strikes. Reading my piece was simply cathartic!
(Thanks to Manoy who found it and meticulously cleaned the mess so I can have it back.)
Here you go...
Growing Impression
When I was one -
they said I was spick-and-span.
When I was seven -
they're happy cause I was a quick-witted innocent.
When I was thirteen - they called me recalcitrant;
Yesterday I was nineteen - I wonder what I've become.
I think I always draw my family's attention,
But to gain their good impression is my sole intention.
And now that I'm twenty they say:
"Happy Birthday and God Bless You"
Then I know -- inspite of...they love me so.
Amen!
Thirteen years later, I created nothing but the most wonderful and beautiful creation of God! Hehe... :)
(this is a revelation!)


