I wrote this poem in 1997. I felt alone abroad. My ex was always traveling for work, and we were often apart. I didn't have any economic worries, but I felt lonely. During that period, I missed home, and missed my childhood. And when I think of my early childhood, I think of my aunt. In this poem, we are back in Matabungkay in Batangas. My grandpa had two small fishingboats then, and they were named after me: Jeanina 1 and Jeanina 2.
A summer recollection
The summer sun scorched the skinbut she remained in the seaclinging on the side of the fisherman's boat.Her voice was drowned by the sound of waves,but she was waving to me.I plunged into the blue salty waterand struggled to swim across.As I emerged, she reached for methe way she did when we played at seamany years ago.And she was suddenly young ang beautifuljust the way she looked so many years ago!She was young again!And so was I! A childfirst discovering the taste, the touch of the sea.
Below are pictures I have in my office room. My aunt, me and Tuwa...
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| Mouse pad from Wawi. |
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| Here's my ultimate best friend, my sister, who defends me and supports me no matter what. Her love is unconditional. I am so blessed to have her as a sister. Having her already makes me a winner. |
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| I know, I look like his puppy in this picture. |
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| Now these two have completed me my life. All my insecurities disappeared since they came into my life. Long ago I was afraid of having my own family. I was afraid of ending up with a broken home. Afraid that having a baby will change my physique and lifestyle. But I am glad I overcame all these, because having my own family, my own baby, is the best thing that ever happened to me. |
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