MY OWN LIFE STORY
Melvin Banggollay
M-elvin is the humble name given to me
by my loving father Lino who wanted me
To be a friendly person as fair as can be
as defined by Mr Webster's dictionary
'Friend of the council in noble ways'
E-veryone was smiling and indeed happy
When I behold life wonder and glory
In one solemn night broken by the agony
Of my mother Irene as she gave birth to me
In the small nipa hut build with industry.
L-oving was my parents that they gave me
tender care full of concern and beauty
which they never failed to share unselfishly
Even when I am a grown man until today
Even sometimes I had some petty stupidity.
V-isioning to be educated and learned someday,
As my loving father wanted me to be,
I entered elementary with so much glee
at Tabuk Central School till I finished easily
as one of the honor students academically.
I-n my desire to learn more about life intricacy,
I pursued high school at my father's sanctuary
Where he was teaching English proficiently
At Tabuk National High School where I proudly
proven myself as a painter in the canvas of poetry.
N-ature, I had communed as a lover of ecology
for in my childhood days my father showed me
How to live in the jungle with nature's company
and watch falling stars while watching patiently
bats flying high in the forest we used to stay.
B-anggollay, was the surname of my family
My grandparents had nurtured with dignity
That during the time of Japanese occupancy
My Grandfather died fighting for our country.
At that time, my father was a little boy already.
A-t my childhood days, I used to play cheerfully
Swimming in the river even mother got angry
For she feared that I might be drowned untimely
upon the cool water flowing with serenity
Upon the beads of huge rocks scattered unevenly.
N-o days I will not be whipped for my stupidity
Specially when my father got so mad at me
like the time when I had to run fast swiftly
when my Father called me to bring him the key
but instead of following his order, I ran away.
G-randmother at that time really scolded me
As my father surely got angry with my stupidity
specially that he was so tired trying to catch me
as I kept on running when he was running after me
but I leaped like a horse till I was so far,far away.
G-randmother and mother also followed us slowly
for they feared that my father would really hurt me.
When I behold that no one was then following me
I rested for a while hiding on a trunk of a mango tree
until all of a sudden my father grabbed me tightly.
"O-h dear son of mine, you made me so angry
and sorry if ever I will whipped your ash today"
but I pleaded for his forgiveness and he nude slowly
as I saw teardrops from his eyes falling profusely
then He said to me, "go home my boy without stupidity".
L-oving was my father, for he always forgave me
every time I really made him so truly angry
unlike my mother who usually whipped me
even by the slightest mistake I did unknowingly
but that's a part of making me a good man today.
L-eaving my high school days, was a sad story
for I had to go in a far away province in 1990
to pursue the degree my father had chosen for me
at Saint Mary's University to take up accountancy
as an scholar of the government under NISGP.
A-fter four years of struggle with much hungry belly
for my father's salary was not enough for the family
but this did never disappoint me to always be
on the move and be conscious with my study
only to excel with all my academics eventually.
Y-oung I was, when I felt in love at the age of 20
to the only woman I had ever loved so truly
till we can no longer hold on so we had to marry.
At an early age, we had a little girl already
but in spite of that,I earned my degree successfully
