Happy Mother’s Day Nanay

Happy Mother’s Day to all! Time to put our act together and give that great moment to our dear mum. Mother does not mean biological only. In some circumstances, anyone who looks after children is a mother; Aunties, Uncles, Single dads and even older siblings can turn out to be one. In the world where technology can reach the remotest part of every continent, it is easy enough to greet at least and say that sweet word__­­I love you, mum. Indeed, I am one of the luckiest beings that at my age, my mum is around. I can take her out to lunch and spoil__ to thank her for giving me life who carried me for many months and cared for me for plenty of moons without sleep whenever I get grumpy or just wanted to play in the middle of the night. Through the years, my Nanay has been with my ups and more so when I was down. No other being can match the love of our mothers. When I became a mum, I never thought how hard it would be; not taught at school. Being a mother is over and above the round-the clock duty; it is way more than that. Utterly, mothers are institution; the life-long endeavour that they give to their children; incredibly remarkable. I dedicate this poetry to my beloved mother Tess and all the mums. May we have a blessed and spectacular day! We deserve it!


Pure Soul

By: Virginia Close

One could only imagine; the love that you bring; so to speak, everlasting and never-ending.

 The continuous care you give is unrivaled.

Under the moonlight, you walk with me. In the panorama of the dusk,

We pass as if you are the light.

In the bright sunny day, you are there to put cover on my head.

In the bumping of the crowd, with calmness and finesse, you protect.

Many hiccups I have encounter;  you take it away in a flash.

In the break of the dawn, a smiling face you will greet.

In the resting of the sun; a beam in your features;

With no halt appears. No matter how tired you are;

Still, you have the energy to do the balance.

Amazingly, you are a woman with vigour and zest.

Beautiful in the heart –



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Leap Year! Every four years, we got an additional day on the calendar. To those born on this day, Happy Birthday! May you have the happiest day! For this particular time comes a special moment to people who can actually celebrate their real natal date, February 29. It is indeed overwhelming to the celebrants. When I was a little girl, I asked my grandmother why it was called a leap year. She gave me an example; if my birthday last year were on Thursday, the next one is not a Friday but Saturday; it leaps, that’s why it’s called a leap year. Normally, if not a leap year, it would be the next day. Is it true that the earth rotates 365 days in a year? According to the measurement from the March equinox ‒ called the tropical year, to complete the circle of the earth to the sun, 365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes and 45 seconds needed. The Gregorian calendar of which we use only has 365 – called the common year but must add another day to compensate for the hours lost for the last three years. Plus the time on the fourth, which totals less than twenty-four hours but considered a day added to the shortest month, February ‒ called the leap year. Otherwise, in the years ahead, the months would be shorter. There are also leap years in different calendars like Chinese, Hebrews and few others. I get utterly excited every leap year; it gives me an additional day to make my day truly happy, happens once in four years.

I bet, it is not only me who gets excited about the leap year, but there are many. It is indeed incredible to think that many people get thrilled. Hang on, human beings get the delight with the combinations of the days in a month as well; I received many in Facebook about it. It says, something like after so many years, it happens that the combinations of 5 Sundays, 5 Saturdays and so on and so forth. But really, as a child, I looked at the calendar very often. One of the reasons: to check the dates of the feast of Patron Saints. I love festivals; even now. My parents made sure that we celebrate the Fiesta where we lived, visitors will come. Plenty of food on the table. But, some of the Fiestas do not have the exact date but celebrated either first or third Sunday of the month. I can vividly remember that I came across 5 Sundays in January not once. The Feast of the Patron Saint where I lived when I was a child always falls in the third week of January. I checked the calendar and saw 5 five Sundays and 5 Mondays and 5 Saturdays in January of 1966. August of 1969 had 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays and 5 Sundays. Try to go back to the calendar of years gone by. We all encountered few combinations of 5 Sundays, five Mondays and so forth, in this lifetime. Therefore, combinations of different days, not unusual. But, I must say that every time I see more Sundays in a month, my excitement prevails; I don’t know the reason. I also consider leap year as special. To celebrate this day, I wrote a poem. HAPPY LEAP YEAR TO ALL! May this day bring us all happiness and good luck!




The Universe decides to give extra hours for fun;

For me to jet from one quasar to another and from stars to stars.

The sun smiles gladly and shines to the maximum depth.

The moon adheres to the wants of my giggling.

The extra revolution of the earth makes my heart jumps way up high;

Like quantum leaping to the meadows full of love.

The green pastures caress me right to the bones;

To my soul, a tangible bliss of fortune.

My spirit soars to the heavenly biomorphic constellation;

Singing and dancing to the nymphs who flew from Neverland.

The saga of my Dreamland adheres to the beautiful scene.

In the whole quest of happiness, needless to say;

Tears of joy as I enjoy the beauty of the day.

Does not matter where I am as long as I am with my darling.

We both can assure that this day is an extra day of loving;

That we share through the days as long as we can.


Make the best of this day however you can;

For the next four years is far away.









Love is sweeter when naturally ripens.


It is an exciting month – February; time for love, romance, roses and chocolates to mention a few. Since I was young, Valentine’s day has been celebrated even at school. As early as kindergarten, I can recall that my teacher will help me make few Valentine cards for my parents and friends. Where does Valentine Day come? Many myths I read about it. According to the legend, it started in the Roman pagan festival, the Feast of Lupercalia, goddess of fertility. But why name the February 14 as the Valentine’s Day if it is so?

The Roman Catholic Church celebrated the Feast of Saint Valentine for many years but removed in the General Roman Calendar in 1969 ‒ one of the casualties in the revision. The reason; Saint Valentine had so little known factual – except February 14 was the day of his burial. Albeit removed Saint Valentine; he has a place in the Roman Martyrology. What has Cupid got to do with Valentine? According to the Roman Mythology, Cupid, the son of Venus was a winged boy and mischievous smiles. Cupid has a bow and arrow and whoever he strikes will not die but fall in love.

I chose to believe that Valentine Day comes from Saint Valentine, and I would not argue that this saint has a place in my heart. I will forever think that this human being gave love and devotion tested through times. For he made me feel and will forever remind me that February 14 is the day for love – to give importance to my dearest one. It is the day I celebrate each year not only to receive roses, box of chocolates, lovely greeting card, romantic dinner with champagne and caviar. But to take into account that the man who won my heart entwined with his. In return for all his good deeds, I will forever cherish and value the passion that I accept. Oh! Valentine’s Day, I welcome you every day!

I dedicate this poem to all the woman who are in love and to those who aren’t yet. It is never too late, love is just around the bend. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TO ALL!



Beautiful day came to my life;

A man fetching as can be.

Vision of my dream every night;

Handsome as Adonis to cherish me

The smiles he brings is heaven;

Caresses my soul within.

I adore his charm and poise;

His gentle hands repose.

The kisses that he gives;

Twinkles the stars above

Touch of the celestial perceive;

In him, I found the love.

My love everlasting is immortal;

The stellar and all the constellation agree.

With feelings of deception, that will never be.

The purest of my love is all I give to thee.

My breath will cease to stop someday;

My body will leave this earth for sure.

With the soil, it will break into pieces,

Thus, blend with earthen loam.

Although my body is not present

My spirit will still linger;

My love is perpetual and undying.

In heaven, we shall meet again.






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In the memories of my youth, I was brought up in a loving household. I have two older brothers, two older sisters and the youngest girl was born when I was thirteen years old. Therefore, I was spoilt by the rest of the family for a long time. Like any sisters, we have good times and fights. Not all household are perfect. Every family has ups and downs and it is not unusual for siblings to have misunderstandings here and there. Do not let the worries get in the way. More so, let no other being interfere. More often than usual, the outsiders are the stirrer of the pot. Instead, make your challenges as tools to end the day brighter. Sisters grow up in poles apart paths as they get older. In teenage years, one may focus on studies, the other one may fall in love at a very young age. The older ones become the role model and are there to guide the youngers. But whatever happens in the future, blood sisters are there to hold each other’s hands in times of happiness and grief. To the transit of the cosmos; albeit, they will walk on the different roads, the happy thoughts will be given to their children. As a result, cousins become closer and family developes a stronger bond. When I was in Manchester, United Kingdom last year, I watched my two friends who are sisters as they chortled. My two sisters had been called to heaven some time ago and one is living in Australia. I missed all my sisters but life goes on and at that moment, wished that I was with my siblings talking and laughing. It was wintertime when I inscribed this poetry, freezing cold. However, my heart was filled with joy as I recollected my happy days with my female siblings. To all the sisters, I wish you all find the time to laugh and giggle together. For life can only be better if we have the sisters to talk about the gets in life, reminisce the happy thoughts and share the joy.



As they laugh to the wiggle of the scene;

The sisters talk all day long about the

memories of theirdreams.

It does not matter if they had seen each

other yesterday. When they’re together, 

everything looks so gay. In the coldness

of the day, they will cheer. To the warm

summer day, they will splash in the bay.

They exchange the bright sides of the clay;

gets in life, thoughts of love and their jobs.

As their memories said and the future

is ahead;  Never mind through it all, they

are sisters ever more. They may have troubles,

but, they will be gone; for they are connected

to their hearts. Mysteries in the kilt, they

will snigger. Newish mammoth in the realm

of the day. Along in the forlorn of the hay is

none existence. Older sister will lead to the

beauty soft and flair. Pallets in the dreary storm,

never mind. The young female sibling will not

get scared; for her sister will hold her hand to

pass the way. All, they want, is to bestow the

thoughts so refine; songs of love will spread

in the sky. Sisters are born to cheer each other;

to the tic of their hearts; in the greatest of the

jiffy, and more so in bad time.



Pregnancy is one of the most spectacular moments that ever happened to me — giving birth is another. September 29 is very special to me. Twenty- eight years ago, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. To hold the small human being that I carried for nine months made me cry in happiness. Motherhood is the best experience that I have. As of the moment, I am not with my gorgeous daughter to celebrate this occasion as she now lives in Paris, France. Albeit, we domicile in different continents, our bonding is unbreakable. In two weeks time, I will fly to Paris to be with my baby. I am getting anxious now — totally thrilled that I will be near her for the next five months, spending Christmas and New Year. Last night, I could not sleep and few times I called my daughter. To touch her face and give my warmest greeting is what I long. As mother and daughter, we have misunderstandings, not many times. Perhaps, counting them with the use of my fingers is plenty. Nevertheless, those are parts of the blossoming friendship that we developed and kept on making. We make great memories and those keep me going in times that I miss her very much. I will sit down and ponder the marvellous stints in the days gone. We can only talk so much on the cyberspace and watch each other do our tasks. However, to sit down with her in person — have breakfast, lunch, and dinner or even just to have coffee on the veranda is gratifying. But, just like many others when grown-up, my daughter cannot be with mummy anymore. She has her life. The thing with motherhood — a unique path; I promenade whilst cherishing the joy and laughter we share — remarkable and second to none. To Victoria, you are a friend. But firstly — you are my sweet baby daughter. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And to all the celebrants today, I wish you all the best! Be a friend to you mum. Mother and daughter are the best buddies.






On the beams of the morning,

I woke up with pains in my legs.

As my body cosseted to the just of the pillows;

A pirouette in my dreams then appeared.

Soon to come, I was in the hospital bed lying;

Waiting for my baby to be born on that day.

To the joy of the moment, a cry from a girl!

My heart served to the verve and shouted with all glee;

A beautiful baby girl was smiling at me.

To the many moons that passed our nights;

I cradled and nurtured her with all my heart.

As I embraced her to the hobo of the magical stint;  

I did cry and lamented when she wept and screamed.

When she laughed, it dominated the arena of the scene.

Thus, became the sonata to the field of my realm.

When she danced to the music of the Hays;

With all eyes, I watched without a blink.

In chronicling the Clover of my palm;

A Colleen had turned into a lady very fast.

In the city of romance and love now she lives. 

In my heart, she is the stunning princess — a gem.

In my soul — gladness she brings evermore.

Charms to my day — her spirit lifts me up to the sky. 

Through it all, she is a flashing meteorite.

And graciously gives lights to anyone’s burgeon world.

Her finesse is the glory of my eyes;

Her elocution is the melody to the song.

As she passes, the Aurora of the sun rays with her;

So refine and a la vogue, I will say.

Honoured I and much flattered, yet to say; 

A beautiful child is now a fine Mademoiselle.

My dear daughter, you will always be my sweet baby girl

For in my limbs, my extension is such a panache;

Sent to me from Someone up There.

My journey is such a blissful flight because of you. 

You are the horizon in the meadows 

Who gives me joy, flare, and glare.


May the stars and the constellations align to your wishes.




My tatay

Today is Father’s Day in Australia. HAPPY FATHER’S DAY! Dad does not necessarily apply only to the natural parents. It also applies to the mothers, uncles, brothers and sisters who look after a child in the absence of the biological father for all sorts of reason. Many years ago, the heaven called my dad. I can still recall the saddest moment in my life when I held my father in my arms for the very last time. My dad’s name is Victorio, and many people fondly called him Victor. But, my mother called him Ling. When I was young, I did not have any idea what was the meaning of Ling. I later found out that it meant darling. The great memories of my father, I will cherish and treasure. I can clearly recollect how he taught me; counting my fingers and my toes. He was the first one to teach me how to write my name whilst my mother sat beside watching my fingers moving. My parents were loving and kind. And they were always together; going out of the house to go to work; going to church, cinema, vacation and the lot. It was a big blow to my mum when dad got sick and eventually did not recover. However, as the days passed, it was me who actually could not move forward about the passing of my father. And mum, thoroughly was aware of it. That was the time that she told me to be strong. That when a person is already in heaven, you want him to rest in peace. And my dad will watch over the family and me.



I learn to read; I acquire my knowledge of writing.

Victory is the meaning of your name.

Conquistador of my worries ever since.

Since I was born, you are my mentor;

The natural procreate, so kind and loving.

As I pass my path of youth;

You have been there to cheer my blessings.

There are times I lose my bearings;

You lift me up as high as heaven.

I do remember we have lots of avarice;

And one of them is giving me total devotion.

With all your patience, I accomplish my undertakings.

No other love can match you, dad;

No other man will treat me like a princess;

For you are one, and only kind.

I am here now because of your sincereness.

My life on earth is filled with flair and sparkles.

Our marvellous chronicles are in my heart;

I keep them in my chest of treasures,

So, nobody else can steal that richness.

With no silhouette of qualm and disbelief;

This very minutes, you are smiling.

With all aglow, you blow a kiss from stars above,

To your daughter who loves you so.

With your kindness and perseverance;

I am a happy being and happy soul.

With total warmth and dedication;


I know, and I feel that you are here watching;

And saying, thank you my dearest daughter,

For the warm greetings!






The reverie of my youth is a splendid realm;

myth like — a saga in Wonderland;

with the fairies all around.


The euphoric twinkling as I promenade the

byway; with my mother all triumphal

as I walk — with such flare.

She is shouting with joy as I do my first few

steps; crying with tears of glee when

I continue to paddle my glare.


When I talk, she patiently listens to my

stuttering voice, so to tell, that is so!

Mama graciously — corrected

each phrase with the leer. One sunny day,

the laughter of my mum dominates

in the air; when she sees me


eating with the kitten in my room very dear.

As I feed the creature in my own

little hands; mama gladly

whispers, you are the kitten’s mummy just like me.

As I move to my path; my mother is there all

along. In my lows, she will


console me with such grace and poise. When I

triumph, she celebrates and regards all

my blessing from High Above.

My mother is such a star that will outdo all the

Hollywood stars.  The constellation will agree

without a doubt.


Mama, I adore you with all my totality.

Heart – soul – spirit; shout from the core;

I will love you — forever and




Christmas of 2015 had passed by, and each of us has the memories to cherish. This year is another special one, I stay put in Cairns; went to church, had Christmas lunch and accumulated the best bonding with few members of my family and friends. Like any household, food and drinks overflow; laughter and festive moods dominated the scene. In 2014, I spent Christmas in the city of romance and love, Paris, France. I was doing my research that time. Oblivious to my flight, I was staying beside the Dominican Monastery; covered by another building. A place in Paris not many tourists would go. I attended the Midnight Mass; it became the highlight of my travel. The beautiful voices of the priests as they sang; I felt like lifted to heaven. The songs from heaven gave me so much inspiration. After attending the mass, I inscribed this poem of which I posted January of 2015. DSCN2323



As the winter winds caress my very hands

Without gloves, so to speak numbs my very francs

The withered leaves fall to the spirit of my charms

To the joy of my spine in the hush of the vine

Although the lips in the grove nowhere to be found

Nevertheless the landscape of Paris; very grand to the curb

The lights on the Avenue of Champs-Elysees sparkle to the moon

Misty eyes overflow with river of flowing in tune

No upheavals to the just of my soul as I prance

Precipitation of the rain passing  by

Like gems from the shadow of the Dame

Mammon lands in the jostling of the narrow lane

The meadows gleam to the elitist in the gist of the realm


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In the busy moment on the train;
As I watch different faces of the day.
I begin to see a subtle man eye to eye;
Smiles cluster on my cheeks very shy.

The glow in his eyes speaks with tune.
Hummingbirds suddenly appear on the rail.
I then jostle the haggler in my heart;
Lips of mine beaten by the teeth every grain.

In the glimpses of the contouring curbs;
As I stand, all my body trembles down.
The nearby station is so near yet so bland.
I then hope this handsome man shall go down.

Oh! My gosh, I am sure that my heart jumps like a child.
I realise that in every corner of the station is bright.
As the light of the sun blinds my eyes;
Sparkling with brilliance; never stops as I pass by.

Morning is foaming bubbles in the sky.
As I walk in the pathway of the street;
Someone holds my elbow on my right.
I almost jump with fear very scared.

The gorgeous man in the subway is in my sight;
Giving me the book that fell down from my lap!