For the Children

I adore kids… And as it turns out kids have a liking for me too…

I guess they see me as another kid than an adult. I’m like the Pied Piper who played his flute and the kids followed him… The daughters of an office mate wanted to adopt me so I can be their big sister… I love being Tita Ayshie to a friend’s sons… Even a random little boy who I smiled at on the hallway of our apartment followed me all the way home…

I love kids, but there are 3 little boys I left back home whom I love most of all and I miss dearly… My sons from a different mother… please stay sweet and innocent till i get to hug and kiss you all again…

My Precious

I want to watch them grow,
Like flowers in my garden
Dotingly planted in a row.
 
I want to hear their laughter,
As they scream with delight
And call my name in surrender.

I want to feel their arms around me,
While I smother them with kisses
Buried in my embrace so lovingly.

Blood of my blood,
Like their mother, my sister,
I love…