Thursday, May 27, 2010

There are no fruits on the table

"We used to have fruits almost everyday"

Those were the words of my daughter, Angel as we were talking about the happy days when their mother was still with us.

And she was right, when my wife was still alive, she would often buy fruits for the kids. To think that the market was really out of her way and going straight home was easier.

Still, she didn't mind the extra trip just to be able to bring home some fruits.

Unfortunately, it is one thing that I neglect to do.

I do not buy fruits for the kids. While Angel's words were harmless and not in any way meant to put me down, it dawned upon me that I just cannot replace the love, caring and thoughtfulness that my wife has shown us.

The "fruits on the table" could be just a representation... just a surface... when you scratch it... when you look beyond it... it could also mean that there is really no substitute for a mother's love.

I could have remembered the fruits, I could have done more.

But I failed... I failed the "fruit" test.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

But a drop of water

I am but a drop of water
That falls into the sea
There to join other droplets
To remain forever be
Just a drop of water
Unnoticed and unseen

I am but a drop of water
In a great vast sea
Along with other droplets
And there remain to be
Just a drop of water
In a great vast sea

I am but a drop of water
Along with millions droplets like me,
To make a great vast sea
But without these but drops of water
The sea will never be
The great sea that it is

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Roy
July 29, 1990
Angeles City
Philippines