It was midnight,
and I woke to sweat on my back,
only to discover a power outage in our area.
Then, a hero appeared.
She changed my shirt,
rummaging through her drawer for a pamaypay.
Soon after, she whispered,
telling me to go back to sleep.
I understood what she said,
for mother knows best.
Jhon Steven C. Espenido writes from Surigao City.
