Childhood Memories
Where I was born -
Gumaca, Quezon
a significant place,
a town suffused with history.
It’s almost at the tail-end
that long stretch of Quezon.
A lot of coconut trees
the source of many creations –
like oil, wine, vinegar, and many others
common in Tagalog region.
Houses in the mainland,
were razed by fire a number of times.
antiquated buildings
with Spanish influence in architecture
they’re already gone, just a vivid mem’ry.
As a child growing –
in a cul-de-sac road
fear hovered and made us stay home
with unconventional crowds
in our neighborhood.
We knew each other
we formed relationship
as friends and caring neighbors.
The church and municipal hall
a rendezvous for sacred celebrations,
cultural shows and other functions;
a linkage to unity and appreciation.
Our schools – both public and Catholic,
made a great contribution,
along with religious devotions
in our educational formation.
My childhood classmates,
friends and acquaintances
reminded me of our good, ole days;
a wealth of experience to cherish.
We used to play, laugh aloud
and hang out at our place,
with my younger sisters,
we would play ‘hide and seek.’
We used to fight too,
scream and yell to one another,
when our game seemed to turn out
like a tight competition –
we’d really shout and yell.
Oh, my childhood days!
those refractions of the past
enable me to seek constantly
God’s presence in my own journey.
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