A day in the life of Darna

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a post too late for mother's day this year, yet too early for the next...


She gets up before anyone in the planet does,
Bone-swollen from earning what’s for breakfast
Gulps down the first part of the coffee
Thawing the frozen stomach.
She gathers strength
And fries the eggs to feed
The citizens of the planet.

Calling for the day to start,
The citizens rise.
Darna fluffs pillows and folds blankets
Where well-loved sleepy heads laid last night at rest.
They are still babies, the citizens
Off to school the planet beings go
So does she to another world
Change costume, play the part
Earn dinner, the next day’s food and pay the bills.
In all the planets nobody knows nor can they fathom
Much less appreciate her secret identity.

She calls on her super friends for help to pick up the kids
Learning their ABCs. Darna dashes off to the market.
At home she zips, zaps, zooms again
School and working clothes down the washer
While preparing dinner.
She stands in the middle of her world
Where she can see every little thing
Hear every tiny cry for help.
Faster than a speeding bullet she catches the milk bottle
Before it spills.
Arms stretch to salvage dinner from inferno
And the kids’ groans.
Zoom to the washer, zing to the kitchen
Zap to return a stolen kiss,
Deliver a big hug of comfort to a sad face.
Someone needs help! In her multiplication table
The citizen smiles her thanks for Darna’s genius.
The rest of the citizens settle for the night.

Darna fills the gaps of the day’s housework,
Of tomorrow's paid work. But wait! She hears something
in the quiet of the night.
Someone is screaming “Nanay! Nanay!”
A soft sigh and then, “I love you.”

For the only beings that can melt her heart,
Darna will save the day over and over again.


Saturday, June 10, 2006


note: artwork from http://www.marsravelodarna.com/id4.html darna site

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Gapping, patching and in-betweening said…
Darna is the Filipino version of the US's Wonder Woman.
2:31 PM
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