Family Life Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

In a heel sitting position, outside of home
A porch in which you can observe life
Rushed as I heard screams and yells of children
To find out playing in the middle of full night

Little kid, small kid, just children
Playing in the night, a time where adults retire
They say children owns the world
But really, children dominates when adults have stopped invading their space

The sound of life, innocence, and fun
Such liveliness in these young ones
One day, this will be in their memory
Hoping to never grow up, facing the old and weary

I never knew any of these children
But I know they are born out of their parents
It's been a long since I've seen them play
With technology as substitute parents
But having fun with only energy and time to pay

When can we ever have children?
If you come back, maybe we'll start planning away
I am able to have kids, I am not barren
If you'd kneel and swear to me and say

I'd like to spend a lifetime with you
With little ones our own
Home and happiness lives too
Rewards from struggles that will be sown