My friends’ chuckling at the sight of their boyfriends, Or to hear my own gigging spell inside my pounding heart, Presenting to the world the I, me and myself, Wearing not only my confident smile and my chin up high, But my lovely pink gown and my first stiletto shoes, All these are but happy moments to hard to forget. The bright eyes of my classmates and my playmates echoing voices, My family’s laughter at simple but heartwarming dinner, The engrossing talks in-between the munching and swallowing of food, Funny jokes, heart-to-heart talks, and family reports, Or just exchanging of individual ideas and views, Can make up for missing hours of temporary separation, In favor of work and other activities to perform.
Realizing the beauty of nature and beyond, The sunrise and sunset, the moon and the stars at night, The green colored plantation of trees, grasses and crops, The flora and fauna and other wonderful living things around, The sound and taste of rain in seasonal down pouring, Revealing what my eyes can’t see, but my heart can feel. Getting to school with other enthusiastic moppets, Getting a higher score than what I’ve expected, Calling my name to answer in a class discussion, Catching somebody’s eyes glued at me with fascination, Wooing by someone I find interesting and handsome, And finally receiving a surprising call I’ve been waiting to hear.
Hearing different sounds, tone, beat and rhyme, Enjoying a ride around places with mom, Going to sleep with tender kisses on forehead and cheek, Pampering with cologne and powder after a long bath With my favorite duck and other toys in a tub, Then getting in a dress so perfect and fit to strut, To doll up like princess, an angel, or a pixie so bright. Awakening in reality that I am a growing child, Recognizing the faces behind the voices I’ve heard, Knowing to walk and to grab anything near my side, Walking without a hand to hold and to guide, Playing with tot, my first known pal, Smiling even without some teeth to charm, And laughing to every peculiar thing or funny sight.
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