flowers for zoe

my sister Zoe.
love her to death.
we have a thirteen-year gap that seems nonexistent
due to her wittiness and maturity that can match and
definitely surpass mine.
she's everything to my mother and me.
she's an angel, a menace, a clown,
a little girl, a foul-mouthed grown up,
an irrelevant person who, by just stating the obvious
in her own amusing way, wins the laughter of many people.
before she wanted to be an SM saleslady.
then she wanted to be a seamstress.
now...she doesn't care about being somebody when she grows up.
she just listens to her favorite CD's: compilations of
the very best and very jologs OPM.
i wake up and see her pad papers all over MY bedside table,
on which lyrics of her favorite songs were written in red ink.
I wake up and see her bobbing her head while enjoying my iPod.
i wake up to find her in my face, commenting on how bad my breath is in the morning.
she banters with my friends.
she knows how to retaliate verbally.



i like the way she became now that she's 10 years old.
unconventional kid with jologsness.
but i miss her when she was still a baby,
reeking of sour milk and vomit.
when she would cry and i would change her nappies.
when i could still carry her, when she was having a hard time saying my name.
when i could put lotsa hair accessories in her hair and she wouldn't
say it's tacky and punch me in the face for looking hideous.

anyway i think i'll be loving her until the day i die,
regardless of what she will become.
probably a rockstar?
a TV star?
a newscaster?
a sports celebrity?
a business tycoon?
a sexy star?
a model?
a comedienne?
a lawyer?
a doctor?
a struggling artist?
a big fat momma? hope not!



FLOWERS FOR ZOE by Lenny Kravitz

Flowers for Zoe
Love for Zoe
Angels and rainbows
All kinds of things you can call your own
Garden for Zoe
And oceans for Zoe
Jungle gym playgrounds
All kinds of things for you to explore
Flowers for Zoe
Love for Zoe
Angels and rainbows
All kinds of things you can call your own
Yeah yeah yeah
God is for Zoe
And heaven's for Zoe
Oh can you believe
That everything is waiting to unfold ?
You can call your own
You can call your own
You can call your own