I grew up in a family of nine kids
Yes nine
Times were hard then, not much money
So nothing was ever wasted
My school uniform was so warn patched and darned
That you could almost see through it
Its lucky the three below me were girls
Or next year one of them would have been wearing that uniform
Sunday lunch and we always had meat
So
Cold cuts on Monday and stew on Tuesday
Because unlike today nothing was ever wasted
We didn't have the fancy toys or expensive holidays
Our summer holiday highlight was sleeping on the ground in an old tent on my aunts farm
But you know we were so happy with what we had
During those holidays in the tent we would go out and collect mushrooms
Bacon,eggs and fresh mushrooms for breakfast
What a way to start the day
Then ragged and almost bare assed
Off into the woods, building camps, bows and arrows
Oh yeah with bare feet most of the time
I look at kids these days, miserable with all the latest gadgets and still wanting more
When I was that kid with nothing
I was happy, I had all I wanted, all I needed
YES I was happy

Sometimes I wonder
why I was put on this Earth.
I assume it was to make a difference.
Somehow.

Coming home
From a hard day's work,
Exhausted from the noise, stress
And confusion of the outside world,
Where silence and comfort are nowhere,
The pool caught my weary eyes...
Its aqua-blue water, as always, invites as it undulates,
Soothing the eyes, the mind,
Healing the soul, even by just watching
Its noiseless and slow movement...
Its call...I can never resist...

Toes feel the water, then dip both feet up to ankles,
The coolness permeates every pore on my skin...
Finally, I plunge into the cold comfort of the giant puddle....

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I close my eyes

I give out a sigh

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Peace cradles me, as the clear blue water moves me, here...there...
I don't want to fight the swaying current...
I just want to stay there, floating, for a while...

Released am I, feeling so pure, dripping wet under the shower...

When I am so sick or too tired, nothing beats a splash of tap water on my face...
Why is that?

My restless feet are soothed and stilled when soaked in lukewarm water...

Why does a small pail of water, when poured over my head, my whole body,
Miraculously, brings me back to my senses?
Like a new born ME has come into this world.....


What is it about water?


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

It was an aimless saunter
Among the twilight phase
Calm crepuscular hours
Light and dark playing
Readying for the night
And here I am amidst all
Aimless saunter towards the horizon