I've not known what its like to miss a family but I there's a family that I miss.
I miss the Iglamo family. When I was part of their family, I felt at home. I especially miss Tita Wena. She was like our mother. The stay at home version of my mother that is. Their father is my idea of an ideal father. Working day and night to provide a home for his family. Supportive yet protective of his sons. Wanting the best that he can give.
I miss them.
Not necessarily private, not exactly public This blog is similar to a diary of my thoughts which I choose not to tell to those who know me ☺ But still, some thoughts that I just want to let go
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
21st smile: a prayer
Lord, please walk with me
Make me see the road where you want me to be
Being single; being wed
matters not much for me
These matters are trivial
Yet the choice is not for me
I am your princess
a daughter loved and cared
what you think best
I will not argue
Just give me strength to stay pure and true
Lord, walk with me
even as I sin
remorse and guilt I have felt
yet by your grace I live again.
Make me see the road where you want me to be
Being single; being wed
matters not much for me
These matters are trivial
Yet the choice is not for me
I am your princess
a daughter loved and cared
what you think best
I will not argue
Just give me strength to stay pure and true
Lord, walk with me
even as I sin
remorse and guilt I have felt
yet by your grace I live again.
Friday, March 19, 2010
my 20th lament: seeking his presence
You...
I miss you.
I miss your touch, your smile
your presence
I want you here and now
beside me
listening to your voice
our conversations
somehow I think it doesn't work
this temporary separation
when I see you
it's all the same
I hope my waiting ends soon...
I miss you.
I miss your touch, your smile
your presence
I want you here and now
beside me
listening to your voice
our conversations
somehow I think it doesn't work
this temporary separation
when I see you
it's all the same
I hope my waiting ends soon...