A single wish to beat
The stifling summer heat—
At times, mine is Victory,
At times, fate frowns on me.
I see you, dear child: dressed by the sun,
The wind touching your hair, then it is
gone.
Your eyes a pool of questions, your feet itch to run,
Your eyes a pool of questions, your feet itch to run,
To explore. Your smile proclaims the fun.
I take a leaf from you again,
As when you tasted candy in the rain.
I will see the world through your eyes,
Even if it will take a million tries.
*photos by Michael Angelo Maga-ao