Psyche-

This 20th of May officially marks your womanhood and independence though we all know the fact that you are a unica hija and you'll always be Mommy's and Daddy's little girl. Etched in the stars you're the most stunning debutante at the moment. You are at your utmost feel of everything eighteen- 18-candle-lit cake, 18 of the freshest and sweetest-smelling roses. But just as wishing you the grand turning to 18 is hoping you the best of things more than the materialistic world has to offer. Written in your palms three short years from now is a promising career in shaping the lives of the likes of you now. Looking back. A bubbly and boyish persona won a friendship one fine day in a veterinary clinic. You were a wingless angel those maydays of mine. The unfinished burger I regretted to take it out was a dumb witness to our being taste buddies and emoticon-filled stroll. If not for this bump, I would be there for another banoffee experience and do some graffiti on Tita...

18th of May 2016. Some thirty-something years ago, a Homo sapiens sapiens (must be italicised in accordance to writing binomial nomenclature) was brought to life. The tiny baby became a toddler maybe that naughty and haughty and grew past the stages of teenage, adolescence and adulthood (soon to seniority). You made your own stories traversing the direction you chose and the principles you believed in. You had the wings with feathers so lustrous and stronghold will to fly the vast vicinity and beyond you were set to discover. Along the course, some feathers worn off and you plunged to such depth of desperation in the saddest of fate. Your limbs were found to be of use to let your wings be healed. Your soles got sore and crawling was inevitable. You had to rest and in that resting, a new strength was gained and slowly you got up. Maybe, you are still walking. Maybe you are about to start the flight again. May in the next chapter of your adventure that you won't forget RESTIN...

8th of May 2016. I already had this poem last Feb for Valentine's but bec of shift of focus, I missed this for posting. The heart and its fragility To Lovelandia, ferry me Where love is infinity Exclusive with just me... The heart brought to fair The actors, we're the pair Keeping the part played well The magic, its unbroken spell Riddles, doodles and noodles Bubbles, poodles and cuddles Us in rhymes and rhythms This love and oh the idioms What's with the 16? Its a perfect number and its square root is 4. Hahaha! No, it is the age of our young lub-dub. "He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt h...

8th of May 2016. You pinched me and you pinched me harder. You raised your voice and was garrulous all the time. In my childish thought did I swear wanting for another mother. As I aged, I learned to be grateful and more grateful for having you as my mother, as our mother. For you were there when we were growing. Now that we are all grown up, you didn't stop mothering us. Thank you, Ma, for simply being our mother.

Still on various pills for a bouncing baby soon. Dressing up, eating and sleeping are still my top favorite! Lately, the mother started to dig up from lists of baby names. A would-be godmother suggested Vera of which she said has a swag (just her gut feel). Misters Google and Yahoo were also consulted but they gave no answer. So the parents sought for Miss Monogram. The father wanted "T" for an initial but the mother insisted on "C." Until they settled for one, so beautifully crafted Catrice. Days counting from now, you'd be out. Stay there,Baby, and savor the warmth of placenta and uterus.

So giddy about this bump getting rounder and rounder everyday. Wardrobe has to be sorted. Some mixing and matching did the remedy of saving. But mitosis was too rapid my garters couldn't sustain anymore. Buttons popped out and so with zippers got out of use. I had to welcome some pieces of maternity clothing. Oh motherly journey heaven granted on me! Dressing up for two. Eating for two. Sleeping for two. Three most fanciful things! And, doing selfies, too!

May 12. International Nurses Day      Florence Nightingale in her famous lighted candle sparked this profession called nursing.      Privileged to wear the white dress and hands to work as that of the famous "Lady with the Lamp," you have gone past ahead of time spreading the likeness of her.      Happy Florence Nightingale Day!