i've been writing poems lately for my lit classes. and here's the first one i wrote. it's about domestic relations. it's about my mom.

i miss her.
i lover her.
here it goes.

Spectator
by Roma Alilio Magsumbol
You saw her at her beginning
and she saw you at day's end
With the scent of your bosom
The young went to sleep
With the sound of your lullaby
Reality turned into dreams

As she learned to walk,
you were at her side
As she marches to the stage,
you watched her truimphs.
You saw her beginning
Yet, she witnessed your end.

In the never-ending film called life,
Everyone's just an audience:
A mere spectator.

PS. i own this poem. nobody can have it unless he/she asks for permission. or else, she'll be liable to the authority with the charge of plagiarism.

dear baby,

you know who you are. well, parting with you was never been this sad. yes, i cried. it just hurts to see you sad and it hurts more that i can't do anything but see it... i saw your car leave... and i just burst my heart after. it's been a long while since i cried because of sadness. when i went into my room, i wanted to bang my head on my cabinet. but i hesitated, because i know, you wouldn't want me to do it. so i just hit my head using my small fist..

seeing you leave...

the image got stuck in my head.. and until now i am still crying and feeling sorry for myself.

sorry if i can't always be with you
sorry if you have to bring me home pa
sorry coz i'm not as free as you are
sorry coz i can't do anything about it.

i feel awful. sorry isn't the most comforting word to say but know that i'm feeling as sad as you are. i want a hug from anyone and most especially from you.. but then im here... left alone in my room.