Treasure Island

Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

(Oct.2 / Tondo, Manila, Philippines)

Papa and Mama


I have fond memories of my father as a child,
He patiently taught me how to read and write,
He spent late nights to help me with school projects,
Now, he's a loving grandpa to Bea and Angel.

My mother, my reason and sense of balance,
She always keeps my feet on the ground,
The disciplinarian in the house, the guidance counselor,
Now, she’s a barkada to my children and bro.

Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011
Edited: Saturday, June 25, 2011
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