Ironical how a  person you know so well can become a mere phone book entry over time...

There is no poetry left between us.

To Momma...

Of the strongest memories I have with me, dear mama, is one of you putting on lipstick before going to work every morning. How you loved to wear your favorite shade everyday, picking it out of all the rest. Delicately applying it over the upper lip, with me eyes all wide open, taking in every detail of how smoothly you did. Grace and beauty was and still comes so naturally to you. At times, I used to ask so many questions, momma, why don't you do the lower one before the first one? Why do you wear it every day? Can I wear it like you? When will I grow up and do the same? Will you also let me wear your high heels? Will I look as pretty as you do? She managed to give quick replies and eventually had to tell me to wait since my questions never ended. She applied the lipstick on her lower lip, faster than the first and moments later she was picture perfect. So many memories still etched in my heart momma. It's where you live; in my roots. In everything.

Growing Up

I wonder what it would be like to be a kid again. What it would be to play in the rain, laugh wholeheartedly once again, play in the dirt and get scolded by mama, but loved nonetheless. When friendships were all about how good you could ball, when you were told how close you were to God and all you needed to get heard was call Him. When **pink** was for girls as was Barbie and **blue** was for boys who were crazy about cars and dinkies hehe! When you had dreams no matter how difficult it was to make them come true, when every fairy tale had a and-they-lived-happily-ever-after. When life was simpler. When decisions were easy. When there was a rainbow. When there was a smile. When there was a finger you could curl your little fingers around. When family was the only world you knew.

I wanna be a kid again, mama's little girl. Is there a way back? :)