I suppose the upside to insomnia and anxiety is that the hormones trigger off all sorts of creative stimulus which is quite useful to writers. I wrote this poem after a panic attack at 3am yesterday when I was thinking of my poor wife who has to try and sleep through my tossing and turning.
The story behind this blog entry’s title is that my wife calls me by this charming name. It sometimes makes me feel like I’m her pet monkey, but it’s more amusing when she somehow manages to shorten Bubu to “Boobs”, which she does in public and ends up getting strange looks.
It’s a not epic, but it does remind us to appreciate those little moments together, even when we’re going through our personal issues.
Una poema pa’ ti
I know there are days when you want to kill me,
But there are more moments mounted in glee,
You put a smile on my face when there is a frown,
Your embrace rises a joy when I am down.
I wouldn’t know what to do if you weren’t here,
The thought alone brings a tear.
I want you to know I always appreciate you,
And I am here if you need me, your bubu.
(Except when I accidentally lock you out!)