Of all the melodies that’s fine to hear,
none is greater than the children’s laughter.
Of all the gifts we have received from God,
a newborn child really makes us glad.
But child… why sometimes there’s a question,
of what’s the purpose of your creation.
To whom you come wanted or unwanted,
whether your coming is blight or blessed.
But then… perhaps that question is in vain,
and may put everyone in shameful pain.
For if we question a child’s existence,
then we also dispute our life’s presence.
One of life’s stages worthy to look back,
the childhood years that helped us become tact.
The dreams that sprang-up from that early life,
alters the cycle of each human strife.
For the childhood life is the catalyst,
and shapes-up the mind as man would exist.
For the life now can’t be appreciated,
if the childhood life will be neglected.
(03/01/2012, Manila)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem