The Farmer's Daughter

Oh yeah, coming from a family of farmers gave me farmer's feet. My Dad's a farmer before he migrated to US, my late grandfather's a farmer also, maybe his pop's a farmer too, i don't know, and maybe if i were a boy id be a farmer too. But not really. even if i were, gosh it's hard work. I can't remember the last time i went to our farm. It was years ago. And every time i see or pass by one i can't help but reminisce my short stint as a farmer, most about harvest season. Me, my brother and our cousins would go "to help", more likely just to play around in our complete farming gear (long sleeved shirt, knee length socks over pants, mostly what my dad prefers), chase carabaos and take a bath on some carabao's pond, it's not really a pond, it's more of a mud. I love the feel of those mud almost burying half of my legs and if i go out of balance, ill fall flat on my face. It only happened once if i remember it correctly, and twice for stepping on carabaos stool. I know, this entry is starting to smell pretty bad instead of a fresh memory am trying to convey. For that i apologize.

And one of those sweetest memories, was when my mom taught me a song, we were in our little hut and a vision of my dad tending to the rice field. Here it goes:

May isang papel na lilipad-lipad
Saluhin mo Denden ng dalawang palad
Kung itatanong kung kaninong sulat
Padala ni daddy, dadating na bukas.

It's so silly, cos every time am alone i find myself humming to that song. I don't know if that was my mom's original or what, but to me it feels so whimsical. I wish you can hear me sing it now. I love that song. One day, i hope ill be able to sing it to my baby too. Koffy's still totally mute, i keep praying though that next year he'll learn this song finally.