Untitled (Maritess Javelona CSA-B, 2022)

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second in the series of poems from the creative writing workshop i conducted last May 6.

how do you express Mother’s love in words?

here is a Hiligaynon (Bisayan people inhabiting Panay and part of Negros, Philippines) poem that speaks so well of a mother’s love to her daughter 💛


Untitled (Maritess Javelona CSA-B, 2022)

Ginbugtawan kaagahon,       
Gintulugan kagab-ihon
Ginbatas ang kauhawon 
Ginpunggan ang kailihi-on

Di malamukan, ‘di malangawan
Ginpulawan, ginbantayan 
Mahamu-ok nga katulugon
Lapsag padakuon asta maglamharon

Oras nagkulang sa ulubrahon, nagbilbil ang tyan
Na sentro ang kabuhi sa kalingawan sang tanan
Kakapoy kag katuyo tanan  ang napahiran
Amo ini ang gugma nga indi matupungan


Eyes I forcibly open
Upon hearing her cries.
Getting used to darkness,
room structure etched in my mind. 

Hands grope for milk
Voice cracks to hum a lullaby.
Fragile infant in my arms
the decision I do not regret.

Not a mosquito nor a fly 
escapes my telescopic eyes
so as not to disturb my angel
from sleeping as she smiles.

I have only two hands for routines
But my mind stretches enough
to balance wok and home chores
My thoughts of her sees me through 

Layering of my figure, I do not mind  
For my dreams are centered only for her.
Hence, my weary body recharges
Seeing her smiles, hearing her cries.

What I have clearly unfolded
is the illustration of a mother’s love
True indeed is the line of the song 
and I quote “I will never forget my own.”

Colegio San Agustin Bacolod – Thank You

“Life takes you to unexpected places, love brings you home.”

i have gained the title #Amazonbestsellingauthor.  i have gained thousands of loyal readers and followers in all of my social media accounts. i have published 6 books in a span of two years, 3 of which are all #bestsellers. and up to this day i am still feeling like i am dreaming….i got my “rock star moment” many times too…
and having said that i am and forever grateful to all my loving readers and fellow poets.


nothing beats the feeling of seeing and being with the people who love you when you were just the “ordinary you”.

and that’s exactly what i felt after a 4- hour workshop with the lovely faculty and staff of Colegio San Agustin -Bacolod, Philippines – my professional home for sometime. i never realized i’d be so happy seeing them; my former colleagues, my friends. there were new faces though; but i was surprise to know that some of these  new faces were my former students and the other one even a former classmate of my eldest daughter…ang bilis nga naman ng panahon (time flies by so fast).

THANK YOU my CASE CSA-B family for the warm welcome.

you made my poet heart so happy.



maybe i wasn’t meant to soar higher yet then
maybe, it wasn’t my time.
for no matter what i do my feet were stuck on the ground.
grounded for long. not that i am complaining. i don’t. never did.
of course it felt better to be standing firm on a solid ground.
’twas my comfort zone. for the longest time.

’till you taught to spread my wings. slowly. gently.
“one flapping of wings at a time”, you said. you told me to move upward.
against the force of gravity. even forward. and like a newborn bird,
i learned how to fly. learned how to adapt. used special features.
for my advantage.

i have learned to appreciate my own weaknesses.
i have capitalized on my strengths to stay up. defy gravity.
and like what they always say, even against all odds.
keeping my feet on the solid ground sure felt better and safe.
and flying was daunting and intimidating and God knows what else.

but the world looks better up there. the fields are greener.
the city is stunning. the night lamposts are my stars.
the honking of the cars are my soothing lullaby. the croosroads and boulevards are easier to navigate this time.
and the people, oh! they are more appealing once you’ve seen them from afar.

and my world, oh! my world is much better up here.
with you beneath my wings. with you keeping me afloat.
with you making me soar higher. fly farther. defying gravity. against all odds.
solid ground sure is safe. but i am safer up here.
with you.
the world, our world is a much better place.

Pain in Many Colors

Pain in Many Colors

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most yellow,
after the outbreak of pandemic Asians
in the West silently suffered agonizing, terrifying hate crimes,
brutally blamed for kicking off covid -19
elderly people and women alike
were not spared
really, what have they got to do with it?
why so much hate?

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most black,
years, even decades have passed yet Negroes
are still considered lowest members of the society
America had their first Black President, along with black men and women
making names in the world, but there is no denying for most they are still nobody
really, what have they got to do with it?
why so much hate?

i’ve seen pain in many different colors
for most white,
when Russia waged a war against Ukraine, Russians all over were regarded criminals
just as how Germans were blamed for the persecution of the Jews,
even decades after, or Japanese were blamed for Pearl Harbor bombing
really, what have they got to do with it?
why so much hate?

truth is pandemic is out there killing innocent people, dreams shattered
truth is war is war, destroying cities after cities, waisted lives
no particular color will spare you the pain
the pain of agonizingly losing,
the pain of silently weeping
the pain of feeling hopeless
and the pain of experiencing fear

How Much More?

you lost your voice

in the roaring thunder

of his growing ego

as you lost your consciousness

under his vicious hands.

how much more of that sound do you need to bear,

deaf in the truth of torture and agony?

you lost your mind

with every scornful tone

from the blast

of his nasty outrage

and abomination.

how much more of the mockery do you need to take,

to run away and seek help?

you lost your glow

for every word

he utters is a knife

that cuts off the very essence

of your being

how much more of that smile will you hold,

to unfold the truth that you are suffering silently?


A poem included in my book “After Rain Skies”. I cannot think of any other piece fitted to the photo of Sadje for this week’s WDY, but this one. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/11/16/what-do-you-see-56-16-november-2020/

The agony, the pain, the hurt and the hopelessness of an abused woman is so evident … so much so that it transcends beyond the photograph.

Let this be a reminder … a reminder to take part and help stop the culture of abuse and violence.

Six Months After

“you are beautiful amidst adversaries,

you are resilient amidst tragedies.”

it has been over six months since I last held your hands and kissed you goodnight; it was the longest six months of our lives. others have succumbed to the tragedy, a tragedy no man would ever wish to go through. a tragedy I never even thought I’d witnessed in this lifetime.

the world stopped.

in a snap of a finger and a blink of an eye, everything changed.

but you my dear never changed. you remained humble, resilient, and loving.

you never complained when everyone was complaining. you never rant when everyone was mad. you never questioned when everyone was in doubt.

you remained calm, even in chaos. you remained brave in the presence of fear.

you smiled when everyone else wasn’t.

you were grateful even when the whole world thought there is nothing to be thankful about.

you have kept your composure, your faith and, your cheerfulness.

my child, you possess an everlasting beauty – not even time nor old age can take away.

six months after, here we are my child with tears in our eyes and smiles on our faces – back in each other’s arms.

you are now back in my loving arms. your safest place. your greatest comfort.

for Kate and Eugi’s Weekley Challenge

I will also link this post to Sadje’s Weekly Challenge https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/category/what-do-you-see/

We know that Baby pandas are amazingly small. Each cub weighs only about 3 ½ ounces (100 grams) at birth. And because of that, a panda mother must carry her baby around very gently and take care of it until it is big enough to move around on its own. Pandas are known for being very careful and protective mothers. I suppose with such tiny babies, they have to be! Just like a panda mom, I too was very protective of my children. I resigned from my job and took care of them full time. And for the longest time, I was always by their side. I was on a constant guard of them; on everything and anything – until pandemic happens. We were separated for a long while and yes, I was devastated and worried at first. Devastated, because I never thought, something terrible as the pandemic could happen and separate us. Worried, because I was never away from them for so long. But lo, and behold! I must have done something great for raising my children. I never thought they could actually live independently on their own ( without complaints). I never imagined they’d be able to feed themselves on their own ( without me having to prepare their meals. And I also never imagined they remain calm and joyful and optimistic (amidst the distance). The pandemic has made me the proudest mother that I am today. I raised mentally and emotionally stable daughters. They are generally happy children and they chose to remain the same.

Now, I am just like a panda mom. My then kids were like newborn pandas who cry for milk now and then in between feedings, a panda mother will rarely put her baby down. When sitting, the mother holds the tiny creature in her paw. When she is on the move, she carries the baby gently in her mouth. I was like that. But now with the pandemic, I realized my daughters have grown up just like panda cubs; the moment they learn to walk on their own panda mom, allows them to freely explore the world around them. 

My children are now ready to explore the world freely on their own. 


“You melt my heart in
A way no else has.”

It’s amazing how a single word can change a single thought, and a single word can melt a heart.

But you, my love, without a doubt, don’t need to say a word to change my mind or melt my heart.
Your presence is more than enough.

The smoothness of your arms tickled me; your strong jaw mesmerized me and, your broad shoulders made me feel so secured.

“You melt my heart in
A way no else has.”

for Sadje’s

The World As We Know It #whatdoyousee

i walk through the midst

of white fitted jungle

bone -dry, moisture less

desert land stretching eternally

for miles and miles

the intense heat of the sun

blazes on me, as the

blue sky watches me down,

time stood still

feeling the only

creature with heart beating

upon the heat,

i felt the warmth

of the world enveloping

my being,

i walk alone

alone no more.

the world as we know

may have turned into a desert,

barren, dull, dreary

bare, arid and dry

but with our hearts beating collectively as one,

one humanity, one soul

one spirit, one hope,

one love

the world as we know it

will be just right back


written for Sadje’s

Love Dance #whatdoyousee

how do you tell time,

in seconds, in minutes, in hours?

for when you move, it is of no essence

you can speed up and slow down

and in between, time stops

my breathing stops

I watch you in awe, in admiration

time stops.


I fall in love.


how do you move through space,

in specific lines, and specific space?

I can barely follow-through

as your body motions in perfection

I watch you in awe, in admiration

time stops.


I fall in love.


how do you exhibit force

in smooth and sharp movements

for you are strong even in

lightweight steps 

you tiptoed still, in precision

I watch you in awe, in admiration

time stops.


I fall in love.

with you.

over and over

in time, in space, and in full force

I love you

as I love you move your body

in harmony

with time, with space and with force.


For Sadje’s What Do You See?