She looked so beautiful
That girl from the big house.
I was as boys casually shot her admiring glances
as they passed by.
Some of them are from distant towns,
bringing her chocolates, flowers and cards
Some of them are neighbors wishing her a “Maayong aga, gwapa”
before a day’s work at the fields.
She never once came down
That girl from the big house.
Always she looked out her window
with her hands clasped tight.
She looked to me worried and afraid
as if each day is a petal
slowly falling from a pretty flower
on a windy day.
I often wondered what she is thinking
That girl from the big house.
She did not appear at her window
one sad morning
I wondered why
as I put down my pastels and pencils
I guess this day would not be productive
for an artist such as myself,
As I looked at my beautiful canvasses
of that girl from the big house.
