One sunny morning on my usual route to work,
In the jeepney, a book from my bag, I twirled.
Instead of music's spell, procrastination's lure,
I enjoy my free time reading a timeless world to swirl.Minutes slipped by, the jeepney's rhythm stopped,
I ceased my reading toward the door I cast.
There, a couple with a little child embarked.
With fatigue and slumber in their eyes, an untold story sparked.My gaze rekindled upon the book's embrace,
Yet, in the edge of my sight, their presence I trace.
The wife's hands danced the fare, a fleeting grace,
Husband's gentle touch, securing their child's hat's place.Into the novel's tale, I surrendered deep,
Unmindful of others' actions, my senses were on keep.
Drowsiness whispered as chapters flowed in a sweep,
I paused to rest as weary thoughts were steep.When a passenger requested the driver to stop,
I laid my book to rest, and a yawn took its hop.
I looked outside, unveiled the hospital's doorstep,
The couple with their child disembarked with a gentle plop.With the father's love, he held his child in his strong embrace.
The wife, a pink backpack, clung to her child's journey's space.
In their whispered conversation, a world they did encase.
At that moment, the little girl met my gaze.To my surprise, the little girl's hand danced, a wave to me.
The little girl's wave whispered her goodbyes to me.
With a sad smile on her face, with a touch of melancholy glee,
Her soft voice echoed, "Goodbye po, Ate!"I smiled and waved, my thoughts aflutter, what words to convey,
Yet none emerged as the jeepney began its way.
My gaze lingered on the sick little child, slowly fading away.
The weight of her farewell, in my heart, did stay.Minutes passed, and her condition's weight I tried to fathom,
A young warrior child, battling illness with courage and solemn.
My prayers took flight, whispered softly for her swift healing.
May my whispered wishes bring solace, a beacon of light to the sick child.by MylaRoseG.
Sunday, August 20, 2023

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Her Thoughts & Feelings
PoesíaThis is a poetry collection about my thoughts and untold feelings. It unveils the delicate threads of my innermost self, and each poem is a glimpse into the labyrinth of my mind. In a world where emotions are often unspoken, these poems serve as a v...