By: Iris P. Concepcion
Yes, Mommy did say "Ewwwww" at one point in her laughing life.
She was not prepared to see her beautiful child throwing balls at everyone in her unique way of throwing them.
How come, the mother pondered, she had felt responsible for the smiles that had stretched her children's mouths? They played like carrot tops on the loose---them who had chameleon-like features that are far more beauteous than all the heavenly constellations combined. I was worried sick where that vine might have been hidden, inside the towel, you brassiere-drawing decathlete (his main event: bench-sitting).
Of course, they are winners. They whined and dined and laughed and silently giggled least the sulky people in the crowd would not get them. The disdained could remove their eyebrows or get jealous on why they laugh so much and with such vigor and vitality! They are really squired. Understandable: they look good as their excellent rendition of their crafts.
My imaginary ascendant once told me, overboard, not to leave these rugrats when I walk. I certainly know the reason why. It is kind of damp when they are not around.
(The youngest is now complaining: does not like what's put on the radio and it is hilarious, this mutual discernment).
And there is this small lady with fanciful swipes described by my guide as " a thinking player". I have seen her somewhere, blossoming like a striker from nowhere. I have always admired her silent strength: a grace that sometimes does not need any affirmation as it simply arises like unique bursts of multiple sunshine. She has the most beautiful guffaw in this block.
Some people might think: she was always writing about these crazy males. In my world, they are more loquacious. The women, on the other hand, just stay........smarter.