Twas

i could not help but to reminisce
of my happy childhood experience
sun-tanned skin and skinned knees
and long hours of play with peers

i could not help but to be nostalgic
of the happy memories that brings my heart with ache
delightful fairytale stories, my mother would read
hand-made gun toys, my father would make

i could not help but to mull over with gusto
of the love-hate relationship, i share with my sises and bro
on who'll do the dishes and who will be the cook
the bickering and the riot that ends with tears or so

i could not help but to be grateful
of the values my parents instilled with us all
long hours of speech when we did something awful
made sure that we'll grow with a clean soul

i could not help but to contemplate
of my old friends, and the silly debate
of jenesa and her strong-willed spirit
and madeleine with her gutsy wit

i could not help but to mesmerize
of my first day in school, i didnt sleep all night
afraid of this new chapter in my life
but my parents assure that everything would be alright

i could not help but to flash back
of my first crush, i was so struck
the first time, i learn how to love
and the first time, my heart was broke apart

i could not help but be felicitous
of my fortunate life i had in the past
full of joy and worry-free nous
i want to live in yesterday as it was