Poetry For Mother นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tumikhim ang kanyang ama at sandali pa ay, “Leaves will soon grow from the bareness of trees and you will be alright in time…” Lalo niyang hindi malabanan ang kanyang mga hikbi nang marinig ang kanyang Daddy na sinusubukang awitin ang kantang Leaves. That was her mom’s song for her. She last heard her Mom sang the song to her was during her mother’s most difficult point in her life, in her deathbed. Her mom was hugging the innocent fourteen-year-old her, then, head lying in her mom’s chest while she was weakly combing her natural wavy and long auburn hair until she heard her mom’s final heartbeat, her mom’s very last breath.

However, one child was holding a white lily. “Being a mother was really a blessing and an unforgettable experience as a woman. I’m fortunate to experience pregnancy and motherhood. I couldn’t help but reminisce about those moments. Hindi mabubura iyon hanggang sa mamatay ako,” nakangiti niyang turan habang nakatingin sa painting na kaniyang ginawa.

Mabuti na lang at naidala agad nila ito sa malapit na pagamutan dahil kung hindi, matutulad sa aking ama na maaabutan ko na wala ng buhay si mommy. 'God, huwag please... Huwag n'yo ho munang kunin si mommy, siya na lang talaga ang mayro'n ako ngayon. I can't afford to lose my mother. Hindi pa ho ako handa. Please, let me take care of my mom this time. Maging maayos lang siya, ipapangako kong hindi ko na iiwang mag-isa ang mommy ko.' Wika ng aking puso't isipan.

"Oh, Shane. Nakakagulat ka namang bata ka. Bakit gising ka pa?" Lumapit siya sa 'kin at ngumiti. She looks tired and yet, she still managed to let out a smile. Hanga talaga ko sa sipag at dedikasyon na ibinibigay ni Mama sa trabaho niya. Alam kong ginagawa niya ang lahat para mabigyan lang kami ng magandang buhay. No words can express how thankful I'm to have a mother like her. "Hindi po ako makatulog, eh. Saka nauhaw po ako."

He's face softened. "Ikaw, tell me about your mother." "Si Mama. Okay naman, may times na ang sungit meron din namang times na mabait. Kontento na siya sa buhay niya. Makakain lang ng tatlong beses sa isang araw ay okay na sa kanya. Ipinagpapasalamat niya araw araw ang grasyang natatanggap niya. Kahit ano pa 'yan. Sayang nga lang hindi niya man lang naranasan ang karangyaan. She was born poor and died poor."

Hindi ako umiyak, pero ramdam kong may pader sa puso kong unti-unting bumabagsak. At last, even just a little… I’m beginning to feel what it’s like to have a mother.

I gaze at my mother is now silently crying with a cover in her mouth not to make sounds. "You supposed to by shield. You are supposed to be my protector, my shelter, and my guide. But you drove me out. You pushed me to the deepest falls. You drag me down. Is that what a mother should do to their child?" Hinanakit kong sumbat sa kanya. Humikbi ng malakas si mommy at napa-upo sa sahig. Mabilis naman umalalay si Aiko kay mommy.

Nasa malapit lang din sina mama at ang dalawa ko kung kuya kaya when I give them heads up ay dumating naman sila on time. When Meg opened the back of my car, habang nakatalikod sa akin ay doon ko na ako lumuhod sa kan'ya without her knowing all her visitors, her family and my family were all in front of the building and when I started reciting my own composed spoken poetry my tears began to fall. Especially when I managed to utter the question that I have been practicing for the whole night halo-halo na ang nararamdaman ko. Kabado, natatakot, hoping pero masaya.

Ngumiti siya na mabaho at sinabing, "Mali ka, Astro. Dinala ko na ang bangkay ng nanay mo hanggang dito. Dapat magpasalamat ka sa akin. "Sa totoo lang, kahit na limampung taon na ang mama mo, maganda pa rin siya, kahit na noong namatay siya. Nang ilabas ko siya sa balon, halos hindi ko na mapigilan ang sarili ko. Gayunpaman, pinamamahalaan ko na hindi mawala ito. Sa huli, mailabas ko lamang ang aking mga pagkabigo sa pent up sa lahat ng iba pang mga kababaihan na ito upang kalmado ang aking sarili. " Sa pagtatapos ng kanyang talumpati, lalong naging nakakasakit ang mga salita ni Paya.

“I don’t know how to love as a mother should. I have no guide, no foundation—only memories filled with pain.” Napakagat siya ng labi at halos mabasag ang boses niya sa sumunod na mga salita. “My own mother didn't even touch me in the way a mother should… she never held me with warmth or care. I never felt her protect me, never heard her speak softly, never saw her look at me like I mattered. All she ever gave me were wounds—physical, emotional, and scars that never really faded. Puro sugat ang iniwan niya sa akin—pananakit, pagwawalang-bahala, masasakit na salita. And because of that, I never—never—knew what it was like to be loved by a mother. Not even once. And now... now I don't know if I