It could start with dagger looks, other times, a hug,
I'm glad they've never  been too smug,
Could be a warm tap on the shoulder
A glance would suffice to the ones older,
When little ones keep uttering, "I'm sorry."
A smile erases all their fears and worries,
Mere presence connects
In their own way, they are friends.

Afternoons find their skirts and straps sliding down
Socks and shoes are twisted, almost awry
Blouses and pony tails are in disarray
They are tired, hungry, kinda hard to sway
Sometimes it is a hard choice
Between McDonald's, or KFC
Depends on the voices
Or on the joint's proximity,
They wrestle between fries and burgers
End up with home-made fried chicken for dinner.

On weekdays, morning to afternoon
House to school, and back are the only destinations
No detours or unnecessary trips
Some think it might be too strict
But rules are a must,
Yet...one must be fair and just.

It is said, ages are just numbers, and
Sixty-six is a long way, several tiers down to
Seventeen
Fourteen
Ten,
Eight, and
Last but not least: Six!

But these five girls and I..we are next of kin,
Yet, warmth and trust bind us, like friends deep within
Some girls, they are...sharing with me the latest trends
Their faces take me to places, a journey without end
Their faces show traces...a sneer, a grin, done in style!
A lost front tooth hinders not a generous smile.
It takes a soft "Hi!" Or a light kiss,
A warm breath, a whisper, telling me I am missed
A head buried on my lap
A poker face...pouting lips that could flap.
Sometimes, it takes just a glance
We connect with mere presence!
We...are the colorful pages
In this book called
Daily Existence.

Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan