Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

Déjà vu: Seeing My Reflections In Their Eyes


I walk the same roads I trod at eighteen,
I stand on my hometown’s pavement again.


In life’s transits we’re merely passengers.

As I glance upon the streaming strangers,

I feel a certain familiarity

There’s strange kinship in the locality.


I take the same spot I took at sixteen,

I’m seated at the same station again.


I can’t move forward with my travels blind,

Flash backs of my past trips rush in my mind.

There are story-filled structures in the streets

We are commuters to life’s immense fleets.


I breath the same air I breathed at thirteen.

I’m home to the place of my youth again.


‘Tis a breath of fresh air ro be around kids, especially around my nephews and nieces. I enjoyed their company during my recent home-coming. Watching them is like seeing fragments of my reflections strewn in their eyes. I see myself in them, I see strangely familiar sounds in their voices and laughter, being with them is experiencing Déjà vu as I watch their every moves. A piece of me is somewhere in their genes, each of them are my little version ~ we are connected in that way.

It is fun to see familiar moves and be reminded of how I used to be when I was their age. My eldest niece is 18 and the youngest is 5. I cherish their company, it was like watching myself from age 5 to 18, like when we were together during mealtimes, or during games, in our chats, telling stories, laughing, roaming around, seeing things or even just in simple exchanges of smiles.

They are one of the reasons for my coming to America. I want to open for them a better option in life, new possibilities, new frontiers. I would like to be an inspiration. I would like to plant in their hearts seeds of dreams. I would like to nourish what I have planted. For remnants of my dreams are ingrained somewhere in their genes, deep in their hearts. 
And as I’ve mentioned in one of my previous posts: I would like to become somebody for them, that person I wish I had(but never had) when I was growing up. Please click link: https://jeques.wordpress.com/2007/12/14/becoming-somebody-i-wish-i-had/


Child Once, Too

By: Jesus B. Jamora, 2005


Let the child run free, uphills or down plains

Like a gazelle that gallops in prairies.

Let him swim in lakes, bathe in rains

And coquette like the mystical fairies.

Censor him not for he is free from stains

Trust not the filthy mind of the gentries.

Free the child from the restraining chains

And from the customs’ narrow bounderies.

Let him be for his generations’ gains ~

Allow the children to weave their stories.

For Writers Island: “Déjà vu”



8 responses

  1. With this beautiful post, you made me revisit my childhood. Your photos are always so good!

    jeques, I am vry sorry that I asked you to post your link at that blog. I truly feel so bad about it. I sent Milou an email and left comments on her blog but no response from her!

    AM00000070000002931 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  2. I breath the same air I breathed at thirteen.

    I’m home to the place of my youth again.

    excellent words..

    AM000000100000001931 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  3. Lovely work!

    AM00000040000002531 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  4. Each time I read your postings, I always feel the deepest sadness; but it’s a beautiful, poetic sadness. There is a longing beyond longing in your words that is always mesmerising and magical.

    Love drifting in your worlds for a little while. Always seem to return to my own with a strange kind of sigh.


    AM00000050000000531 10, 2007 at 12:00 am03

  5. Welcome home! 😀
    Thanks for the wonderful comment you left on my blog. You are right, you named my main reason for writer’s block and I need to overcome. Thanks for your insight and encouragement!

    PM00000040000000131 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  6. What a perfect post for Deja Vu!
    Your family is beautiful…seeing their pictures and hearing your story warms my heart…I need to use my camera more!
    I can see your “little boy” in the pictures and hear him in your voice…he’s still there; and it’s charming that you keep your dreams alive through your family. I know you will succeed because you have said it and it is so…bless you

    PM00000060000003531 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  7. Sonu

    The post is wonderful. Its amazing how others can connect to it. You have given a personal account yet it relates so well with me and all other people who have read it. I feel like being a kid again. To laugh carelessly, to have no worries. As we grow older, we just stop being what we are and live by rules that others set for us.
    I hope everyone will like this account of yours.

    PM00000020000003031 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm03

  8. jeques, what a way to have this prose poem chronologically arranged as to to the times of your life. this is an inspiring write and hope that your dreams for your nieces and nephews come true. i am sure you would become their beacon in their fragiled life.

    continue to inspire them to be good persons and keep them always aspiring to become better as they grow older.

    PM000000100000003930 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm09

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