As I sweep the room.
I remember.
The aroma of cooked sinigang
The laughter of my parents
while they giggle.
Share stories.
Prepare our lunch
And eat together.
As I sweep the room.
I laugh.
For the playful times
When my sisters rush to open presents
during Christmas Day.
As I sweep the room.
I look at the mirror.
Days past. Years had come.
My home is where my heart is....
As I type using my keyboard
I reminisce
Good old times
The crazy ones
The fast leaps of my life
The slowness of cozy days
The beauty of everyday
Since ‘91,
I’ve been dreaming
I’ve been trying
I’ve been taking chances
and life has been true, exciting, challenging and meaningful to me.
Grateful, cheerful, hopeful.
My keyboard knows it all....
_“Are you awake?!”_
Knock knock knock. Bang. Bang. Bang.
A loud knocking sound just keeps on banging on my door.
_“Yes, I’m coming!”_
Another day as a baker.
I usually wake at 3am to open the cafe.
Check inventory.
Bake. Bake. Bake.
My alarm is definitely my sister yelling to make sure I don’t doze off (as always)
_“I don’t feel like opening the cafe, today Juana.”_
I said in a very slug...
When’s the last time you called?
To say hello, I’m okay
To tell a story, I’m listening
To make time, I’m free to talk
To invite someone, I’m here for you
To hear your voice, I’m at peace
Now and forever
Your phone calls mean a lot
It’s how our togetherness resonate
Beyond distance, I feel you
So will you pick up my call?...
Get ready
It’s time to stroll and roll.
Should I fasten my seatbelt?
Life is a beat and time is running fast.
Yet, I took a pause.
Well a lot of pauses. To make turns.
Detour for awhile.
Fill up my gas tank. and gaze.
Gaze at how things were before
Marvel on the present day.
and make way for the Future.
I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference.
What’s your seatbe...
