THE FOLK OF MY GROUP
As little, as it was, it truly meant a lot...
ngaung tapos na
ang misyon ko sa inyo...
WHO IS TO JUDGE?
He survived, before he could leave us...
THE FEAR OF MY CHILDREN
The terror of my children...
THE SERVANT
I am, an instinctive slave...
Westley
He is only one year old and cute as can be, his...
Saintly my son
Much more handsome...
Before you read this poem it is very long
because I wrote this in Loop Poetry style...
ONE.... day we fell in love
TWO.... of us forever...
Grow Old
Grow old my little girls I'm as proud as I can be...
Tears streamed silently down my cheeks,
As you rant on and on...
Back I remember
a weird September...