gone are the smiles you’re used to seeing
hidden behind masks meant to protect
gone are the hugs you used to look forward to
even the ones you least expect
from people you love and cherish
or those you only see a few times a year
gone is everything you used to take for granted
that loving touch from someone you hold dear
so we put on a brave face behind the masks we wear
making sure our smiles are evident in our eyes
as we remind ourselves that there’s much to be thankful for
our good health, our homes, the clear blue skies
when this is over, we shall all meet again
we’ll hug each other and hold on fast
we’ll let the masks fall, one by one
revealing a quiet resilience that’s meant to last
Sherlock Holmes had his pipe. Dorothy had her red shoes. Batman had his Batmobile. If we asked your friends what object they most immediately associate with you, what would they answer?
It depends who you talk to,
depends who you ask
about what object people associate with me
once we take away the mask
Some would probably say it’s my hair
for it’s so thick and shiny, they say,
while others will say it’s my hands
for I knead their aches and pains away
and some will say it’s my smile
though these days it’s rare for it to shine
but though he’s no object, it’s really my boy
for this time, before he grows any older,
Open the first photo album you can find — real or virtual, your call — and stop at the first picture of yourself you see there . Tell us the story of that photo.
I didn’t have my coffee yet when I read that prompt above so I ended up posting about the Chocolate Hills of Bohol instead. That, and my mind was not exactly on writing a prompt at the moment, but writing chapter 25 of my novel and not losing the momentum after reading a snarky-sounding reply on an innocent comment I made last night (that is bugging me at the moment).
Oh, and the many thoughts that are coming to me about Ridley Scott’s movie Prometheus, which I saw for the first time last night – I’m so sorry I listened to the critics slamming it as really bad, but I actually liked it. Greek mythology, DNA, Christian themes again and again, and aliens emerging from the surrogate womb? Well, blow me – deep inner thoughts were sure to follow by the time I finished watching it at 3 am.
So anyway, where was I? Oh, yes, write a story about the first picture I come across – me.
So here’s the pic:
And here’s the story:
The only story to go with this picture is that it was taken last week, during my birthday dinner. The little guy and I are about to blow out the candles and I decided to take a selfie. The little guy never really did start smiling till this year. Before that, he seemed to just stare at the camera or somewhere else, and not do anything – it broke my heart each time because to me, he seemed lost.
This year, he’s learned to smile for the camera and he likes to feel my teeth with his fingers when we do our usual selfie shots around town. He’s more engaging now and of all the presents that day – and every day for that matter – his smile is my favorite of all.
Tell us all about your best confidence outfit. Don’t leave out the shoes or the perfect accessories.
I could wax on poetic about high heels,
though I can no longer wear them
mama always said I had trunks for legs
but there’s nothing I can do about them.
I could muse about those tailored suits
with cinched in waists and hems that flared
I could write about so many fads
of all the fashion looks I so dared
But the days I love the most,
no matter what the occasion,
work day, rest day
it won’t take much of a persuasion
Shirt and jeans, they beckon to me
calling out my name,
my trusty Toms, and then I’m off –
I shall have no shame
But wear the clothes that fit me best
that shall last till that final mile
How shall I pull it off, you ask?
Why, I wear them all with a smile!