Category Archives: Family

When I Was Called A Child

 

When I was called a child

I had certain parts of the person I am now

 

On sunny afternoons when school was out

I would lie on the couch underneath the window

 

Look out

and imagine all that I could do

 

Everything I would try to be

 

I would be spectacular

I didn’t believe in failure

or maybe I just did not know of it yet

 

When I was called a child

Say age 10

I lived in a home that defined “home”

 

I was surrounded by family and animals

My parents were there

 

I had both of them

 

In a house with not enough bedrooms for me and my 7 siblings

yet we lived in every inch of that house

 

Whenever I imagined the future

it was in that same house

with all of my family and the animals I kept as pets

 

And I always had both of my parents

 

We were all beings that never aged

but could if we wanted to

 

We could each decide the changes that occurred in our lives

 

And in my imagination

when I was called a child

 

I knew more and more of a happiness

and of a meaning to life

That maybe I just did not know of yet

 

But had already decided on

 

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/19/2012

 

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Gardens

I think about you

at times

when I am walking along

new paths

 

It is sometimes that

these paths

wind to nowhere

 

And sometimes

I am lucky

to follow one

that leads me to a garden

 

Where the smell of flowers is real

 

And where

the world is vastly green and blue

 

Planted in a welcoming quietness

 

And in the yellow daisies

are the whispers of nearby trees

whom may soon bear fruit

 

Though it is impossible for one

to wait

for their readiness

to leave their branches

 

I understand

 

That I must have compassion in my

admittance that

 

It is difficult to wait for something

so sweet

 

And it is then

I cannot help but be reminded

of the countless hours you would spend

in gardens

that look exactly like this one

 

I smile and turn

As if you were there to speak to

 

I forget that you are not here

 

But it is now

I know

if you were

 

You would be waiting

(perhaps more patiently)

 

somewhere just like this

 

 

In memory of my mother who loved gardens

Concepcion Tan Domantay March 4, 1942-July 25, 2001

-Diana Tan Domantay 03/04/2012