Two worlds stand apart,

Separated by only the Moon and the Stars,

Connected through a tiny thread,

Memories tying, each bearing an end.

 

The balance shimmered with opportunity,

But not nearly equal it wavered,

The East placed on first,

The West tilted second.

 

Green palms flowered tall,

Bearing gifts from Demeters Table,

A place where no Greek had ever roamed,

A land once conquered,

Until Recognition in 1902.

 

Across wavered freedoms call,

A lady standing broad and tall,

They say it was founded across the sea,

The country known as the Land of the Free.

 

Pilipinas they called out across the broadened hearth,

They Lost a child that day, 

To the country guarded by mirth,

From the gift adopted, finding its way.

 

Their Daughter born in a tiny land,

She learns that she is saved,

She grows up in a modern land,

In the land upon the free.

 

A vision is held about the girl,

Struggling once, 

To find who she were,

 

Filipina,

        Abandoned,

                          Weakling,

                                          The Pain.

Growing like her Age,

                              Becoming,

                                           Full of Perspective,

                                                                  Respectful,

                                                                                    Aware.

 

Knowledge only make the mind more aware,

As vision only brings innocence its keys,

The tongue can kill, but also heal,

She learned to be the leader,

Hero was found to be.

 

I don't need to be Famous,

                                          Or have heaps of Money,

For the riches of this earth comes from the world around,

The angle of the Sun,

                             The fullness of the Moon,

             The sweet smile on a best friends face,

                                                                       Richness is only having plenty,

                                                                                              Of that which gold cannot buy.

 

Beyond the Horizon,

A setting sun glowers, 

The East and the West Collide,

I, the Daughter of the Setting Sun,

Abridge the gap between the split heart,

 

I know I am loved thogh my life was split,

Adoption could have wreaked havoc,

The tilting of the West I see,

 

That acceptance is that which hath brought Liberty,

 

Two worlds stand apart,

Separated by only the Moon and the Stars,

Connected through a tiny thread,

Memories tying, each bearing an end.

The ancient and newness of the sea, 

My life balancing all it can be,

I am beautiful I am me.

 

 "So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”