On evenings when sleep does not come,
When i wake up at three in the morning,
The child inside my womb
Sings for me a lullabye for mothers.
I alone hear my child's lullabye,
My child perhaps the angel in my mind,
As tiny as my hand,
But giving me the courage
Ten times a thousand
And a life unblemished.
I wish to sing you this lullabye,
To let it sleep through
Your flesh and bone,
This baby's lullabye
Is a lullabye for fathers too.
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silip silip lang....
ReplyDeletebaka maka daan si panganay, mangumusta
lang ako kay nanay....
nyahahaha kala ko ang comment mo nay para sa ginawa kong tula....nde pala ^_^
ReplyDeletesi manong hayaan na lang natin iguro muna nay,
ganun talaga yun...pag gusto maghibernate, magha-hibernate yun ^_^ at saka bz iguro talaga sa pag-aalaga ng nanang nya yun
ako naman eh hangga't me oras pa ko at me napipiga pa ko sa kukote ko na gumawa ng tula at torya eh, gagawa ako...pero yun nga lang nde kasing witty at kadaming humor tulad ke manong tukmol...winkkk!!! ^_^