Friday Bougainvilleas Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

You may not be a fool blooming red Rose
In a middle of a gracious garden
That is wanted by most
But you are my favorite flower,
Purple and thorny Bougainvillea,
That I would like to pick
Every Friday morning
And offer to our Mother
That we both love.

No matter how your thorns
Push me away,
I will persist to choose you
Not only on Fridays
But every day.
No matter how many times
You make me bleed,
My heart will never be tired
To love you.

No matter how many times
I get rid of the Bougainvillea flowers
That sprout from my heart,
And surrender them to our Mother
Every Friday morning,
They still continue to grow,
And maybe the reason why
Is that they continue to be nourished
By the sweet intercessions of our Mother,
As I constantly whisper
Your name to her in my prayers
Not only on Fridays but every day.