We used to hide among the mango trees here
and there, behind Lolo Teban’s storehouse.
We saved ourselves from being ‘it’
on that coconut tree by our gate.
But the winds blew them all away
and the floods washed our place clean
except for the debris left in their wake.
Oh! Look at those little milk cans
they’re just perfect for a game
It was fun but I hated
having to chase the can.
The children will love it.
Where have they gone?
DVERSE POETS’ PUB’S PROMPT is about Childhood Toys and Games. I would have written about a happy remembrance, but news of the devastation in the central part of the Philippines fill my mind right now. In memory of all who perished and who lost loves ones and properties, I write this humble poem. Thank you for your prayers. If you are so inclined, there are good places everywhere where you can make donations to help in the recovery of the affected areas.