As soon as I opened my eyes
I smiled truly cause I see the rising sun
As soon as I heard those chirping birds
I know it is a sweet Morning
I walked into the kitchen
smelled the brewed coffee
saw the cinnamon bread roll on the table
with macarons on the side
I saw my mom and gave her a kiss on her cheeks
I sit in front of her and said Goodmorning
She'll be my very best friend and a buddy
She smiled and we started to fill our empty tummy.
BINABASA MO ANG
Where memories live
PoetryDo our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things...
