Lilibeth Sacmar Apat

Papa And Mama

I have fond memories of my father as a child,
He patiently taught me how to read and write,
He spent late nights to help me with school projects,
Now, he's a loving grandpa to Bea and Angel.

My mother, my reason and sense of balance,
She always keeps my feet on the ground,
The disciplinarian in the house, the guidance counselor,
Now, she’s a barkada to my children and bro.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 24, 2011
Poem Edited: Saturday, June 25, 2011

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  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (4/20/2019 10:59:00 PM)

    A refined poetic imagination, Lilibeth. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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