"50 to FOREVER"

Exactly half a century ago, the first sharp intake of air to the lungs followed by a loud wail sailed in the air.
It could have been humid or cool air, I never would have known.
Curious siblings eyes stalked the every movement of that tiny creature silently sleeping beside their mother.
That little angel brought happiness to the whole family, that's for sure.
Exactly 50 years from then,
Many inhales and exhales has been made.
Tears had been shed. for happiness and sorrow.
50 years today, she shines with beauty and grace. Perhaps more today than she did in the yesteryear.
Like a wine she gets better and better, year after year.
A generous and loving soul
A kind and tender heart
A firm believer.
Today is just every other day, plain and simple.
except that today, an extraordinary woman, a special lady came to this world 50 years today.
Oh the golden years of life...Mirroring the golden heart this woman posses.
Many blissful years before and many more blissful years ahead is what she deserve.
All evident of beauty points to her.
The goddess who walked on earth to water the parched soil with love.

A HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR DIYOSA KESO!!

p.s
Eleanor Roosevelt once said, "young people are accidents of nature, but the old ones are nature's work of art."
I guess everyone will simply agree if I say, no doubt you will be one of nature's greatest masterpiece.

From your KESO's

Golda, Perlas, Bunso, Jessa and Pwintet.

GOD's own handpicked angel sent down from heaven

To sprinkle kindness in this nil and gibberish earth

A maiden who cast sunlight through her warm smiles

A Goddess who summons the wind through the blink of her charming eyes

A Nymph who stop my heart with every flip of that magical raven hair.

My Achilles heal. My Waterloo.

The tender wind that could bend mighty trees

The gentle touch that could break any thick glass

In the world where this lovely creature walks..

thousand have walked before her

and thousand are still to walk the same path

She is the needle among them haystacks,

One who stands out from the rest without even trying

An apple fruit in a guava tree.

A shining gem in a sleepy and lifeless mine.

The song that ever played in my mind and heart.
The face painted in a canvass where Mona Lisa sat.

The glamorous face immortalized in a photograph.

Here in my own little world,

the humble abode of my soul

I raised her to the pedestal.

Up where the Greek Goddesses belong.

My Sparkling Aphrodite. My Shimmering Hera. My Shinning Athena.

The Great Amy Austria-Ventura.