My mother’s love
took the form of pastillas,
Sugar sprinkled,
diabetic milk pastries,
rich and delectable
as she was
sweet and unforgettable .
As a child, I suckled
from my mother’s breasts
milk rich with vitamins
called love.
Now, all I have is pastillas,
soft like her voice
when she speaks my name,
sings lullabies.
Dairy comfort food.
Comfort:
from the word describing
siestas on her lap.
My brain is a box of dozens.
All wrapped in white paper,
bitter and inedible
as the day when life
consumed her.
I crumple and discard
the paper that keeps
my mother’s love
under wraps.
Copyright ©2006 Ronnie C. Cabañes
About Me
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- ROCKY CABAÑES has been dabbling into poetry from the time he was in grade school at San Beda where he was first introduced to the works of the literary greats. A few of his own works made it to the pages of the annual literary magazine "Ani". In college, despite his initial ambition to become a lawyer, he instead pursued an engineering degree and graduated from the Mapua Institute of Technology where he became a staffwriter for The New Builder and ultimately, its Editor-In-Chief in 1984. After graduation, his focus on developing a successful career in the telecoms industry---which ran the gamut from sales to business development, corporate planning and international relations--both in the Philippines and abroad, temporarily halted his literary writing. However, it enabled him to broaden his life experiences and perspectives through frequent travel and overseas assignments. Throughout this time,his passion for poetry never waned.
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