Treasure Island

Cynthia BuhainBaello

(November 17,1949 / Manila, Philippines)

Satin, Pearls, and Lace


Time was when she would run out to play
Blue jeans and sneakers, those her usual giveaway
Sounds and snacks are her generation's mark
But age arrived and Change surely did embark
A familiar transformation I saw on her face
My girl has grown with her satin, pearls, and lace.

The child's no longer shy but her choices well defined
In confidence there lies the same character I find
Parts of me and some shades of varying mood
Still I'm assured she walks those paths that are good
A replica so molded in a way that I can trace
My girl is like me in her satin, pearls, and lace.

Submitted: Monday, March 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 25, 2014

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