Memories At Scout Fernandez Street Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

With my sugar cane bar of tira-tira
Steps hurry for the little purchase,
At the nearby store, a chore for Mama-
My wooden clogs or 'bakya' days.

Neighbors dogs, asleep I hope
For the clogs- they slow my running,
The road is rocky, ends in a slope
Patis, the fish sauce, could end up spilling.

Must hurry now 'cause it's a Saturday
We'll play 'piko' and 'tumbang preso'
I hope I can win the games today
Then enjoy Mama's cooking of Arroz Caldo.

Then the cell phone rings and I am here
Grayed hair and a little overweight,
Time had gone by and the passing years
Are now just a memory, and I am very late.

Copyright ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.12.13