Home Poem by Eden Orbista

Moments, every memory kept flashing back on my mind.
I was wondering what this must mean.
Why the sudden flock of thoughts,
The sudden flash of things from the past?

There was this saying from the past that once in your present time,
If flashes kept coming, something is happening or might happen
But that was the past. This is the present modern, metal or space age,
What ever you may want to call it, yet we can never forget our roots.

I started to visualize our old house, where I grew up.
I liked to clean up and decorate our house
I loved the warm memories of our family having dinner together,
the silly childlike talks, the laughter as we shared our experiences.

I always saw to it that the wooden floor was shiny,
And the whole place spic and span.
My Mom was a dressmaker and she sewed beautiful curtains
I loved to hang to make our living area glow the more.

My birthdays were always celebrated with love,
And fun filled entertainments. I invited my classmates,
And we had merry moments shared while we dig in to
The delicious food my Father prepared.

Lovely is the word to describe my childhood.
I remember my father dishing up a menu while he taught
Me how to prepare it and all the details.
I took it from him my love for huge fish head stew.

He loved to cook for us, especially when there’s typhoon,
My Father would let us stay in one safe place of the house
While the heavy rain rushed to hover around the whole place.
The smell of spaghetti during snack time and pork “humba” with rice,
Deliciously served hot at dinner, how can I forget?

My Father, was a Policeman we were not rich but
He was a good provider and a loving.
I recalled that after his duty, he would drive our trike
Until midnight and woke us up to share
The take home foods he bought for us

On the other hand my Mom pampered us with her creations
Of children dresses and accessories.
My siblings and I always looked forward to our birthdays and Christmases,
Because we loved surprises courtesy of our Mother.

Together, wearing our new beautiful dress and dainty shoes,
We celebrated midnight mass and commemorated the birth of Jesus
After which, we went home to a sumptuous meal Father prepared for us
A lovely scene I always longed for, looked back to,
ah, ....those were the days.

My Mom loved bags and dainty sandals, I recalled
I would wear her shoes carried her bags on my tiny shoulders and oh
I walked in front of the mirror dreaming of me like a model
Hahaha, but Mom would always catch me
And threw me her smile so sweet so tender.
Her teasing lovely face, how can I forget?

Now I long for HOME where my past was,
I want to go home where my heart is, where I belong.
How lovely it would be to reminisce our childhood
With our siblings, friends and playmates too
Is this a sign of old age? Umm, but haven’t you thought
Of going back to your roots too, your HOME where you belong.