Pudlos
PUDLOS*
You are a rattan stick.
You show an image of
discipline
with my father's strong
hand
gripping tightly on one
of your ends.
Father shouts in anger as
you hit me.
(I have made a mistake!)
I cry helplessly and with
regret.
Your bending on me
inflicts a pain,
sometimes a scar that
will remind me
that evil deeds cost
punishment.
Your bending on my
childish body --
Thanks!--
straightened my older
one.
You are truly a tool of
discipline
ONLY IF the one that
holds you
is disciplined,
responsible, and loving.
*Masbateño term for a
stick used to hurt an
erring child or pet
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