“The US First Cavalry arrived in Manila on February 3, 1945; it proceeded to Santo Tomas University north of the Pasig River, where 3,785 Allied civilian prisoners of war had been kept for over three years”
from internet article: Liberation of the Philippines 1945
Twelve years in a Chinese mission
followed by three years in prison
with over three thousand others,
me, mom, four sisters, two brothers.
Daddy had been killed in Hong Kong;
a fact we didn’t know for too long.
Funereal time: nightmarish
February 3, (1945) we cherish.
Back in America, time passed;
Mom ran an orphanage at last;
Her kids, her finest residents;
seven lives, the best evidence.
Some seventy-eight years later
back home now with my Creator
Funeral time: celebration
February 3, (2023); it's done.
written: February 17, 2023
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Writing Challenge -F Words
Who reads Tomas Moore
reads much more of Lord byron
as Anacreonte
E-xcellent
D-esign
E-mploys
L-ines
I-n
A-wesome
T-heme
O-f
M-essage
A-bout
S-tyle
Topic: Birthday of Edelia J. Tomas (July 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-mploy
D-ivine
E-xpression
L-etting
I-t
A-maze
T-he
O-pen
M-ind
A-nd
S-oul
Topic: Birthday of Edelia J. Tomas (July 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Paroled from- My Love--
En libertad condicional de mi amor
What of the whispers of your heart;
¿Qué hay de los susurros de tu corazón?
What of the whispers of your heart;
¿Cuándo se detienen estos sentimientos?
Un tono tan enmarañado, hermosa vista;
Abre tu boca, estoy tocado
Te amo tanto que tomas mi aliento;
Besos de grandaur, mayoritariamente
vigilados;
Prisionero de mi pasión muy
guardado;
Nunca serás en libertad condicional
de mi amor;
Pues te he sentenciado a la vida;
You shall ne’ver be paroled from my love;
For I’ve sentence you to life;
Forever inprisoned unto me
Por siempre encarcelado a mí
Paroled from- My Love--
En libertad condicional de mi amor
2/14/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
E-ager
D-awn's
E-arly
L-ight
I-s
A-glow
T-o
O-pen
M-orn
A-nd
S-hine
Topic: Birthday of Edelia J. Tomas (July 06)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
what's Christmas for little Matilda,
a little girl some place in Brazil
what's Santa for little Tomas,
a little orphan some place in the dry north,
two different kids, two different sides of the globe
two kids with a common back ground,
poverty
grown deep inside them
Tommy heard the name Santa from a story he heard read,
yes from that delicious smelling book a white guy had given him
that's the greatest gift he had ever had,
it wasn't Christmas but it was his best Christmas
little Matilda came cross to Santa,
yap,that old chap that looked like Moses,
she cried, mummy have seen Santa
but why is Santa dressed like us,
he's got the beards, but why are his shoes torn
she ran along and hugged him
and the old chap painted a smile,
that was the best Christmas gift the old man had ever had
for once in a harves tmoon someone thought he was human
little Matilda was Santa Claus to the old chap
she had given him a Christmas joy
Santa Claus,Santa Claus
give someone a smile and you deserve the name
bring forth the joy and be Santa to someone
****Merry Christmas poetry soup family****