My adulations go out to
the women of the world
Those that play the role
of mother and of father
Those wonderful ladies
who are mothers to many
and yet have to children
of their own to speak of
They teach and nurture,
give their time and care
Always thinking of others
before themselves on so
many levels and still find
the time to prepare meals,
laundry and help with the
homework on minimal
sleep.  Great women who
impart out first lessons to
pass on to our children
She plays the roll of doctor,
psychologist and coach
Respect is not only due,
it's mandated as a true
TRIBUTE to all they do.

The ball
The rock
The pill
The jones is all too real
The wood
The paint
The arc
The drive provides a spark
The glass
The slam
The tré
The style beyond the fray
The hops
The splash
The twine
The thrill of the game defined
The skill
The pain
The love
The athletic gifts from above.

On days, when time is going too fast,
I can't catch up, and there're things i can't get past,
I'd pull a chair at the verandah....just sit there
To witness, the gentler goings on in life...
See, how...why  all plants face towards the sun,
On a dimly lit corner, watch a spider patiently spin its web,
Underneath the gravel and green grass, somehow,
The earthworm, painstakingly, bravely emerges,
Finds its way out of the soil...to remind us,
"...soil is healthy....it's time to plant!"
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I feel, the beetle knows me, as it inches on,
Carrying its own body, crawling down the pine tree,
I won't ever grasp it, nor tie a string on its body
To control its range of movement,
As we do to tethered beasts of burden...
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While sitting there, i decide: by all means,
Towards the flower ***, i  lean
Take time to smell a rose, feel its rough leaf
Not just a quick touch and sniff
But hold its thorny body, without daring to blink
While deep within, i'd let its fragrance sink
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Some early evenings
When the cicadas' music are echoing
And the moths have started flying
Circling round the light at the ceiling,
I am warned...soon, it will be raining
And.....when it starts to rain, i keep listening
Til i'm soothed by the sound of rain...falling,
From sky to treetops.....flowing...landing
Next to the leaves......cascading down
To the concrete ground
Spreading quickly, far and deep...and as fate,
As nature would have it....the soil, without fail, waits...
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Long time ago, we were small,
Curious and brave, we tasted glory, and all,
Armed with a child's innocence
And an insatiable hunger for learning...
Our eyes, our minds dilated,
Our brains were like sponge...
Like the soil.....we absorbed
All, that we discovered...
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Sally

Copyright December 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan