As a child, who was your favourite relative?
My Grandad “Tatay”on my mother’s side! He was a very intelligent man, always with a book on his hand. I remembered doing some crossword puzzles with him. And he always wrote the meanings of the words he didn’t know on the book with a pencil. I used to spend summer holidays with him and Granny “Nanay”. They called each other “Dear”, so sweet! Sadly, my Grandad died when I was 12 and I miss him so. Granny followed 6 months after him, perhaps from a broken heart.
If you could be a tree or plant, what would you be?
A coconut tree! I can give you shade from the sun, give you the coconut to eat and drink its water, too.
What would be your preference, awake before dawn or awake before noon?
Awake before dawn, I’m a morning person and usually very active in the morning. I wait for the sunrise and sometime during the day, have a nap (after lunch).
Would you like to sleep in a human size nest in a tree or be snuggled in a burrowed spot underground?
A human size nest in a tree, then I can be the queen of the jungle! I’m claustrophobic so I can’t be underground.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
“La Boheme” is tomorrow and we’re looking forward to see/hear it. Him Indoors and I are going to have an early dinner somewhere posh, then go to the opera. I’m wearing my new red dress!
Next week is back to normal routine for us, I don’t really mind. I had a wonderful Christmas holidays. Here’s wishing you all a fun and prosperous new year!
For: Share Your World
I love the cheery bustle
Of children round the house,
The tidy maids a-hustle,
The chatter of my spouse;
The laughter and the singing,
The joy on every face:
With frequent laughter ringing,
O, Home’s a happy place!
Aye, Home’s a bit of heaven;
I love it every day;
My line-up of eleven
Combine to make it gay;
Yet when in June they’re leaving
For Sandport by the sea,
By rights I should be grieving,
But gosh! I just fell free.
I’m left with parting kisses,
The guardian of the house;
The romp, it’s true, one misses,
I’m quiet as a mouse.
In carpet slippers stealing
From room to room alone
I get the strangest feeling
The place is all my own.
It seems to nestle near me,
It whispers in my ear;
My books and pictures cheer me,
Hearth never was so dear.
In peace profound I lap me,
I take no stock of time,
And from the dreams that hap me,
I make (like this) a rhyme.
Oh, I’m ashamed of saying
(And think it’s mean of me),
That when the kids are staying
At Sandspot on the sea,
And I evoke them clearly
Disporting in the spray,
I love them still more dearly
Because . . . they’re far away.
“It was Christmas morning and all through the house…..”
We hear the sound of children whispering excitedly… ”Has Father Christmas been?” “Has he eaten the minced pie we left for him and the carrot for the reindeer?” “ssshhh, we should still be in bed…”
A soft “Silent Night” was playing on the radio. Mum and Dad still in bed. One of the kids tiptoed to their room and went in the middle of the bed. Mum gave him a cuddle. And of course, the other kids followed, as well as Baxter the dog. They all stayed there, enjoying the morning cuddles and hugs, giggling and shifting about.
“Right,” said Dad. “Shall we all see what Father Christmas has left for us?” And the children all followed him going down the stairs.
Dad turned all the Christmas lights on, as well as the radio and the kettle. Mum woke up, too. The children saw their stockings full of lovely presents – socks, colouring books and pens, sweets, CDs, comics, games, etc. They also opened the other presents. Jack’s got a bike, scooter for Martin, Barbie doll for Sam, and books for Brigit. Baxter got a big bone to chew! Mum and Dad also got their presents. They kissed each other.
They all had their tea and some breakfast – sausage and bacon, cereals, eggs, fruit, bread and marmalade. At 10, they went to hear mass. Dad took them to the playground afterwards. Then Mum started cooking. Granny and Grandad were coming for dinner. The day ended well, all happy and contended. Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Day, too!
For: Tale Weaver # 45
(Awarded 1st Place) Great Grandmother by SFC Lance Widner – Division 1 (Active Duty Military) CC BY 2.0
THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Ghazal for White Hen Pantry” by Jamila Woods: brown, friends, white, palm, born, burnt, consonants, windows, unmarked, sins, paint, pantry
In her palm a new born baby
Unmarked by sins and consonants
Great Grandma smiling with glee
She can see the family semblance
Outside the windows friends waving
In the pantry some flours were taken
The can see Great Grandma blooming
And Dad beams with pride with his apron
Baking brown bread but they got burnt
The children tried to help but were too late
Never mind everything can be relearnt
The main thing is they’re all feeling great
For: Photo Challenge #92 December 22, 2015 and Whirligig 38 by Magical Mystical Teacher
took a photo of the birds this morning, on our way to the pool
a walk in the forest one Sunday
Serene when I want to think
Serene when I listen to nature
Serene when I could be on my own
When everything gets hectic
I go to my serene place
A place which calms me down
A place where the wind whispers
A place where I can breathe again
For: Calm ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #16 by Patrick Jennings
Our first year anniversary. We were still students – starving students. We wanted to celebrate our first year, so we booked a cheap hovercraft holiday to Paris. I wasn’t good in travelling by hovercraft in the British Channel, got sea-sick. But we carried on, took the train and stayed in a cheap hotel. That was one spring in Paris. We lived on baguette, wine and cheese. We didn’t mind, it was wonderful. Every day, we walked along the River Seine and hand in hand, waited for the sunset. We loved going to the museums, especially the Musee d’Orsay for all the paintings of Monet, Manet, Renoir, like Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” We also spent a lot of time at the garden of Rodin. We sat and contemplated with “The Thinker.” And one sunny day, we climbed up the Eifel Tower – what a view! “We’ll always have Paris,” we promised.
Paris in spring
Our first anniversary
Lived on wine and cheese
(c) ladyleemanila 2015
For: Carpe Diem Special #187
Greetings from Paloma!
For this week I’d like us to return to the Tanaga for our inspiration.
The tanaga is a Filipino poem passed down through oral tradition. It consists of four lines with seven syllables each; the traditional rhyme scheme is AABB but modern tanagas may follow AABB, ABBB, ABAB, ABBA, AAAB, BAAA, ABCD rhyme patterns.
Ang Pasko ay sumapit
Mano po Ninong at Ninang
Pagmamahal sa mundo
Magdiwang tayong lahat
Christmas has finally come
Bless godfather and godmother
Love is for the whole world
Let’s all celebrate Christmas
(c) ladyleemanila 2015
For: B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Tanaga
She would have never thought that life would turn out like this. Growing up as one of the rich kids she always thought that being poor was a life-choice, that poor people were just lazy or uneducated and that this would be the reason for them to end up on the streets. Now she knew better. Being poor was not a choice. Everything could change in a heartbeat.
She fell in love. As soon as she saw him, she knew he was the answer to her dreams. The only man who could make her happy. Still, people were intrigue as to why she chose him – he’s not rich, a working student from a single family. His mother brought him up. And her parents paid everything to have the wedding bells. After that, they were basically on their own.
Ten years later, with a husband who was just made redundant and two small children, she has to make ends meet. Walking at the centre of her avenue and looking at the different shops, she wished there would be some change left after she bought their food. She wanted to buy a Christmas tree for the family. She imagined the children’s faces when they see the Christmas tree. That it would be like magic to them, especially if there were presents underneath the tree. But that would mean she has to work overtime and probably miss paying some bills. She used to be a carefree rich girl, now she’s a poor working woman making ends meet.
by brenda warren
For: Finish It! #43 by Author S B Mazing and Wordle 125 by Brenda Warren
(5) Words: | GHOST| ROUGH | DUST | STRANGE | TURN |
Don’t turn around, there’s a ghost
Strange feeling all over
Dust unsettled over there
Rough day ahead for us all
Do not turn around, there’s a ghost
Almost strange but not for her
Maher doesn’t mind, she’s dusting
Asking rough questions, feeling the blue
Do not turn around, there’s a ghost
For: Weekly Writing Prompt #15 by the Secret Keeper