Thursday, July 24, 2014

A Single White Rose

A single white rose is love
a gesture of strong emotion and devotion
the innocence of a longstanding love.

A single white rose is shared by lovers
with great esteem and love for one another
a message of love and hope.

A single white rose means
an answered prayer from Him
even if you have doubts.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

A Letter to my Readers: Welcome

I should apologize to my readers, if there are. A few maybe grammar police or find the entire blog a total waste. HeartandLetters happens to be a personal blog. It's a collection of letters to people I've lost both to love and death, of poems to speak of unspoken whispers, and lyrics that remained unsung in my heart.

I am not strict in grammar and sentence structure. I just want to become myself again after not writing for almost a decade- the past 9 years. I've been hurt terribly that time that I do not want to acknowledge the hurt. Writing is a total realization of everything, of what you think and of what you feel. As years passed by, I am afraid to write again since I do know that my pen has already become rusty.

A few minutes of chat with my fellow writers, Nestor Burgos Jr. of PDI and another editor of The Guardian, made me think to write again. "A writer is always a writer," as they say.

I would also like to thank my Manang Patricia for that one chat we had as she encouraged me to write again. Most of all, to DDEF of The Watchmen Daily Journal for always being there to help me write my life. But the biggest reason I want to write again is  I want to heal. I want to heal.

There was a time that HeartandLetters caught the attention of GMA7 way back in 2007 when one of their segment writers sent me an invitation for an interview. I knew then that my simple and humble blog somehow caught someone's heart.

Welcome again to Heart and Letters. Join me. You can also send your heart and letters and heal like me.

The Hospital and Five Senses of Memories

I went to the hospital this afternoon. The hospital that has been both heaven and hell for my family in the past three years. Each corner of the hospital has brought memories back.

I smelled everything, the familiar smell of disinfectant, vitamins, surgical gloves and IV. I heard unspoken screams and silent whispers.There was a pain in my chest as I see anxious faces,both of the patients and their companions. I could feel the energy of life, of those trying to hold on and of those who want to leave. From there, I saw myself.

I saw myself trying to hold back tears, as I bring IV, blood bags, packs of medicine and hospital letters. I saw myself arriving from an ambulance. And then, I saw my father.