R.S. Mallari

Some Days with My Kids


And so it goes my son has to ask
Curious mind, fragile and eager
A four year old, want to know so much
When he talks, as if he knows all
Confidence in him overwhelms me
He is such a darling, so innocent
Selfishly I’m wishing, he’d be a kid,
Even a little longer until my return.

My pretty daughter, she’s now nine
Young but feels as if she’s old enough
Fairy tales aren’t on her stories list
Playing dolls isn’t cute, not anymore
Gadget in her palm, singing tunes
I can’t help but to look back in time
She was just so tiny on my chest
Not so long ago, as she sleeps
Now all I could do is wonder who
Who is that boy in her mind?
If I could just tell her to be my baby,
Even for a little longer until my return.

Just some days with my kids, soon I have to leave
Count days turn to months, another year until my return.

R.S. Mallari

About R.S. Mallari

Through poetry I am trying to break the barriers of ethnicity, cultures and even beliefs for we humans have the same emotions, the same desires and aspirations. We may differ in colors, in language, and food that we eat yet we are still living under the same sun, swimming and sailing on the same seas and sleeping under the same stars.

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14:49 delete

Parents would always think the same way as this poem. :) We treat our children as our little babies but they just grow up and we have no idea, it's already time for them to leave the house and be independent. We might be sad about this, but we should also be happy because they can stand on their own feet already. :)

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14:30 delete

You definitely have a point there, Grace! It is indeed a lonely situation if the kids are already big and tries to live on their own, but we should be happy about it. :)

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elsa yamanaka
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18:39 delete

This poem brings me back to my past, the time that I have to leave my children…The pain, the agony of leaving them it almost crushed me…my children are my heart running around me

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This poem brings me back to my past, the time when I have to leave my children…the pain, the agony of leaving them almost crushed me…my children are my heart tunning around me

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Through poetry we can inspire others, we can make someone smile and words can make others cry be it of joy or sadness.