Kamusta ang panahon sa Mindoro?
Gumagapang ang init dito sa Metro
Ngunit may nagbabadyang ulan dito sa kinatatayuan ko.
Ulan ng pangungulila at ng kagustuhang makapiling ka sa espesyal na araw na ito.
Hindi ko man mapilas ang mga dahon ng kalendaryo
Sa kawalan ng kasiguraduhan ng pagbisita sa'yo
Sa mga oras na ito, hiling kong marinig mo ang aking pagbating
Maligayang Kaarawan, Mahal ko.
By Tatski for Lola Kit, 25 April 2012
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| 80 going on 18 |
I can only wish to be half the woman my grandmother is. She's sick right now but the crisp Mindoro air and the freshness of the farm ought to do her good. I think I got my fascination for horror movies, mga aswang, and what other mythical creatures are there from our conversations that stretch to the wee hours of the morning. My mom recently confided that she's been painstakingly collecting family recipes for me which she believes should come in handy when I start my own family. How cute is that?
I love you, Lola. I'll see you soon. Miss ko na ikaw.
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