i had the urge to write
about nothing, yes nothing,
except to say it is late,
and my lids are heavy now,
lights out, it is late,
Paper boats sail
on rainy nights….
Like childhood dreams.
And why is it that when I see those sunflowers
No amount of gloom and sadness can stay?
There are things that make our mundane life
a little brighter, a little chirper.
Like the sun, a friend’s hello, that little smile…
I was sad for awhile, then you came…..
********I have related to this poem since I was a little girl*********
“One day I’ll catch the sun
And keep it for my own.
And in a world where no one understands
I’ll take my outstretched hand
And offer it to anyone who comes along
And tells me he’s in need of love, in need of hope,
or maybe just a friend.
Maybe in time I’ll even share my sun
With that new anyone to whom I gave my hand….”
Little street urchins with lovely smiles ~ after I treated them to ice-cream 🙂
This pic was from a Feeding Program for street kids in Cebu.
(Photo taken by one of the kids) ♥♥♥
***Cebu – a beautiful place filled with lots of memories.
Somehow there is a part of me that will always be a child. I have never noticed how I have transitioned and matured as a woman. The little child is always there watching, sometimes squeezing a few tears in the process, telling the adult me to behave and not be so foolish as to lose the moment, the hunger for life, the pure thoughts, the joy, the inquisitive mind, the limitless heart that wants to create, the sense for adventure, the young girl who trusts and loves. That little girl comes around from time to time reminding me to be still, to realise what really matters, to flow, not to worry, not to hurry, to let go and be free.
~ 17 July 2013
copyright Rowena Isidro 2013
I will never stop dreaming
That we can help lives, a child at a time.
Hope is something no amount of poverty can take out.
The right to live a happy life,
To earn a place in an open world,
The pursuit to live one’s dream
No one can take away.
I grow weary sometimes
in my own circumstances
But God, do I have the will to carry on
to help others in my little way.
As long as the passion burns deep within
No tribulation, nor futile imaginings
Can make it stop inside my soul and heart.
There is a fire, the flame’s alive
With all my strength, with all my life
That cause continues, however weak I am
To help someone in need of hope, in need of love.
~ 6 July 2013