a girl in fringe, pretty in red
To My Mother
by Robert Louis Stevenson
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.
What are you thankful for today?
I am ever so thankful that I still have my mother, who at 79, still rocks and so cool!
A Rondel is a French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.
Five Words: [ PLACE – SHARP – CHIME – FIRM – PACE ]
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
Puts everything in place as we speak
You’re as sharp as your glamour and mystique
Gentle but firm, in your own pace with glee
We’re grateful to have you as our mommy
As we climb mountains and swim in a creek
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
Puts everything in place as we speak
Enjoy being with you with shopping spree
With your golden age you’re still very chic
With your support, we will reach our peak
Admire the sunrise, sunset and the sea
Aurora, with a chime we honour thee
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
Aurora is my mother’s name
Daybreak she came
Such a beauty
Out in the sea
Creating an aura of hope
She always cope
Always has been
Serves with a grin
And in our lives she’s the centre
Perfumed with myrrh
The love she gives
Superlative!
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
My mother is my favourite subject, as I blog about her most of the time. She’s beautiful, a classic beauty one can say, a real Filipina, with her long black wavy hair, which she always brush with a natural bristle brush. She goes out with elegant trousers, silk blouse or fine dresses with intricate prints, like batik. She’s always smartly dressed. She’s in dire need of being complimented, i.e. we always compliment her looks.
She used to work as a Probation Officer, so no one can screw or mess around with her. She’s a tough cookie! She knows that several factors impinge on civil liberties and strike at the basic tenants of judicial system. She also doesn’t bombinate in a vacuum of data, caught between inevitability and uniqueness. That’s one of the valuable lessons she has given us, to be lawful and be aware of our human rights.
What else have we learned from her? Well, we should look after ourselves and our belongings. She’s very observant, like she’ll remark on how slanted the rays of the sun through the window and spilled into the room. Or how animal tunnels when incorporated into the design will also allow local wildlife to cross. She’s good with details like this, that’s why we love her so.
Oh mother dear, let us tell you something
You’ve always supported us come what may
With your soft smile and the joy that you bring
You’ve redirected us when we’re astray
With your love you’ve kept us safe through the years
Sacrificed your needs in favour of ours
You’ve shared with our achievements and our fears
You haven’t shown us your tears and your scars
What you drummed in on us we remember
You have brought us well, that’s why we love you
You have been a big part of what we were
You’ve been our model, look how we all grew
The centre of our lives, our rock and heart
For us you always have a special part
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
Your breath sweeter than sampaguita as we string them into a lei
Your love, patience and smile, always there as you give us a hand
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We cannot show enough gratitude for bringing us up first hand
Your tenderness, completely and sweetly given to us like a bouquet
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We love you to the moon and back and all planets in the milky-way
Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due
We love you to the moon and back
Our dearest Mom – thanks for everything!
For: SEASONS – Moms Day in MAY by Jesh Stg , #MySundayPhoto – Mia and KOA Campgrounds in Petaluma ( Sundays In My City)
A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme:
Examples of a rhyming scheme:
#1) abab cdcd efef gg
#2) abba cddc effe gg
#3) abba abba cdcd cd
A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg.
Oh mother dear, let us tell you something
You’ve always supported us come what may
With your soft smile and the joy that you bring
You’ve redirected us when we’re astray
With your love you’ve kept us safe through the years
Sacrificed your needs in favour of ours
You’ve shared with our achievements and our fears
You haven’t shown us your tears and your scars
What you drummed in on us we remember
You have brought us well, that’s why we love you
You have been a big part of what we were
You’ve been our model, look how we all grew
The centre of our lives, our rock and heart
For us you always have a special part
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
Photographs and memories
Of many moons ago
When ancestors were still here
Telling us stories of what they had
Of histories and struggles
Of freedom and hope
My parents when they were 18
Young love, of faiths and dreams
Our family on our grandparents’ day
Celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary
With all the children and grandchildren
A photo with my siblings and our Mom
The youngest not even born yet
And me when I was five, as a queen
One dancing the Hawaiian dance
And one with my Dad pinning my medal
The Captain and the Teacher. He was a Captain of the Ship from a Spanish lineage. Tall, dark and handsome, he always had a pipe on his mouth. She was a short, native Filipina, with big brown eyes, flat nose, and long wavy hair. She was one of the first teachers graduated under the Americans. They met, fell in love and got married. They had many children, my mother being the second to the youngest. They called each other “dear” until the end of their lives. He loved reading; he wrote the meaning of some words at the side of the books he read. She was a good business woman, bought some cloth materials in Quezon and sold them in Marinduque. He died of Parkinson’s disease; she followed after 6 months, perhaps from a broken heart… My grandparents’ story.
Was it love at first sight? Their eyes met at the lobby of the university, both 18. He, a poor but intelligent man whose father died when he was young. She, was born with a silver spoon on her mouth, came from a rich family. Against all odds, they fell in love. She was moved to another college, he pursued her. On her graduation, they eloped. They had two children. Then he erred, she ran back to her parents with her children. He asked for forgiveness, she forgave him. It was a struggle, working and studying at the same time and with family. But he stumbled again. Again and again, she was being hurt over and over again. Until the time came when they have to be apart, and then he passed away. It broke her heart…. My parents’ story.
Hello everyone! Just like Nortina and the others, I miss Barbara Beacham and her Mondays Finish the Story prompts. In memory of Barbara, I’m also sharing two of my favourite stories from the challenge. Be Well, everyone!
My Mom and I
Finish the story begins with: “Are you laughing at me?“
There she was, my mother, still with humour while smelling the orchids I gave her.
“Yes, Mom, it was funny. For the sake of vanity, you broke your wrist.” And we laughed again.
I have just arrived three hours ago from Germany. I was looking forward to this holiday. Everything was planned and booked. The manicurist arrived and we were going to have our nails painted. My Mom went to her room, looking for her favourite nail polish. It was on top of her wardrobe, so she climbed on the chair to get it.
We heard her shout and found her slumped on the floor. We took her to the hospital, they x-rayed her left wrist and found that it was broken into pieces. They have re-aligned it and put a fibre glass cast. So, the first two days of my holiday were spent in the hospital. We laughed together.
(150 words)
Sorry!
Finish the story begins with: “A body suddenly crashed through a plate glass window at the Brigadier’s house.”
The Brigadier, his wife and their guests came to inspect what caused the crashed.
One of the SWAT teams was removing some broken glass from his uniform. Men in their black uniforms and weapons entered through the window. They shouted: “Don’t move. Put your hands up. We meant no harm. We just want Brigadier Delos Santos.”
“I’m Brigadier Santos, what do you want?” the tall man said.
“We’re arresting you for embezzling some companies,” said the Captain.
“You utter fools, you got the wrong Brigadier. I’m Brigadier Santos, Brigadier Delos Santos lives on the next hill!”
“So sorry, Sir, we’ll blame the Intelligence for this. We’ll pay for the damage.” They left very apologetic.
Daily Prompt – Today, you can write about whatever you want — but your post must include, in whatever role you see fit, a cat, a bowl of soup, and a beach towel.
The morning sky was cloudless
And a dark shade of slate grey
I’m longing for a bowl of soup
Something warm and comforting
Like what my mom would make
To repair any bad days I had
To become as good as new
Yes, I think of my mom and her cat
And tears start falling down my cheeks
How I wish to spend more time with her
More days and nights just listening to her tales
If only the Philippines is not that far away
Then I could be at the beach to my delight
Lying down on my beach towel
Swimming with my mom and friends
For: An Odd Trio
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