R.S. Mallari

“Qualique…” (A Proud Mother's Diary)


By  POETICK JUSTUS

Listening to you speak…
I hear so much of you in me…
Never did I think…
The morals I tried to teach…
Had connected or reached…
Full circle, 360…
The bond of we…
Continues to be priority…

Precious as the rarest stone…
Indeed your father’s bones…
Including tone…
Although, he left us alone…
In a harsh world to roam…
I never had a need to bemoan…

Reading before the age of three…
Thought it was all memory…
Until your teacher enlightened me…
In the womb, where it all began…
Our private conversations…
The nursery rhymes and books I read…
Umbilically…Reached your big head…

So intelligent and a Gent…
Eccentric…AKA…Different…
But always made friends…
A shy people person…
I call it individuality…
Unique…A special breed…
You’re truly…My Qualique…

From playing the Saxophone…
Having no interest in a cellphone…
Black belt in Taekwondo…
Once was…A tiger cub…

T-ball and basketball
Experimenting with all…
Recitals in band…
Football was your next plan…
Then…Track and Field…
Meets and competitions…
Loss of sleep…My eyes concealed…

All the while…I worked the midnight shift…
Volunteered in your classrooms…
The children…What an uplift…

Knowledge and education was always key…
A requirement into a fraternity…
Of those who seek…
The betterment or equivalent…
Of life’s offerings…
Associate’s you've obtained…
Now working on your Bachelor’s Degree…
You’re fulfilling your dreams…

Your love of History
And my lack of…
Sharing with one another…
Son and mother…
Memories…

I thought you’d work as a curator in a museum…
Or a teacher, like your “Mum”…
Not in my wildest dreams…
My son wants to work on Wall Street…
And live in NEW YORK CITY…

I know you will…
Confidence and self-esteem…
Instinctive and instilled…
Anything you've set out to conquer…
Insisting on a diploma with Honor…

In awe as I observe…
At times, I lose my nerves…
Decisions now made as a man…
I have to understand…

They’re yours…
As my BABY evolves…
Any problem you’re unable to solve…
I’ll always be here…To lend an ear…
 Or hold your hand…

Raised and allowed to be…
Just Qualique…
What your heart desired…
What set your soul afire…
I thought I inspired…

My one and only child…
Giving you life…
I almost died…
I’ll do it again…And Again…
To produce such a fine young man…



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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