Love You Forever
by Robert Munsch
A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while
she held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew
until he was two years old, and he ran all around the house.
He pulled all the books off the shelves. He pulled all the
food out of the refrigerator and he took his mother's watch
and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes his mother would
say, "this kid is driving me CRAZY!"
But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she
opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor,
looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really
asleep she picked him up and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she
sang:
The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He
grew until he was nine years old. And he never wanted to
come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a bath, and
when grandma visited he always said bad words.
Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
But at night time, when he was asleep, the mother quietly
opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and
looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep,
she picked up that nine-year-old boy and rocked him back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she
rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
Mahal kita Magpakailanman
by;Robert munsch
Hawak ng isang ina ang kanayang bagong sanggol at dahan
dahang inuuga ng pa balik-balik habang hawak niya siya’y
kumakanta
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
ako’y nabubuhay ang aking anak ay ikaw pa rin.
Lumaki ang sanggol. Habang siya’y lumalaki siya ay lamaki
hanggang mag dalawang taong gulang, at tumatakbo paikot
sa buong bahay. Hinugot niya ang lahat ng mga libro sa
istant. Inlabas niya ang lahat ng pagkain sa ref at kinuha nya
ang relo ng kanyang ina at hinulog sa kubeta. Minsan
sinasabi ng nanay nya, mababaliw ako sayong bata ka.
Ngunit sa oras ng gabi ang dalawang taong gulang na iyon
ay tahimik, binuksan nya ang pinto sa kanyang silid,
gumapang sa kabuuan ng sahig tumingin sa gilid ng kanyang
kama , at kung siyay tulog na tulog na at itoy kanyang
binuhat at dahan dahang niya itong inuga at habang hawak
niya siyay kumakanta
Ang maliit na batang lalaki ay lumaki.habang siya ay
lumalaki. Siya ay lumaki hanggang siyam na taong gulang at
kahit kailan hindi nya gustong makisalo sa hapunan, at kahit
kailan hindi nya gusting maligo, at kapag bumisita ang
kanyang lola lagi niyang pinag sasalitaan ng masamang
salita, minsan nais siyang ibenta ng kanyang ina sa “zoo”
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
ako’y nabubuhay ang aking anak ay ikaw pa rin.
Ngunit sa oras ng gabi, habang siya ay tulog ang kanyang ina
ay tahimik niyang binukan ang pinto, sa kanyang silid,
gumapang sa kabuuan ng sahig, tumingin sa gilid ng kama at
kung siya ay tulog na tulog na, at ito ay kanyang binuhat ang
siyam na taong gulang na lalaki at dahan dahang niyang
hinihele pa balik balik habang hawak niya ito siya’y
kumakanta
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi,
 The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew
until he was a teenager. He had strange friends and he wore
strange clothes and he listened to strange music. Sometimes the
mother felt like she was in a zoo!
But at night time, when that teenager was asleep, the mother
opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor and
looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really asleep she
picked up that great big boy and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew. He grew ako’y nabubuhay Ikaw pa rin ang aking munting sanggol.
until he was a grown-up man. He left home and got a house
across town. But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into
her car and drove across town. If all the lights in her son's house naging matandang lalaki. Siya ay umalis sa bahay at kumuha
were out, she opened his bedroom window, crawled across the
floor, and looked up over the side of his bed. If that great big
man was really asleep she picked him up and rocked him back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked ilaw sa bahay ng kanyang anak ay nakapatay,binuksan niya
him she sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and older and
older. One day she called up her son and said, "You'd better
come see me because I'm very old and sick." So her son came to
see her. When he came in the door she tried to sing the song.
She sang;
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always...
But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick. The
son went to his mother. He picked her up and rocked her back
and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And he sang this song:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Ang batang lalaki ay lumaki. Habg siya’y lumalaki. Siya ay
lumaki hanggang mag binate may mga kaibigan siya na hindi
nya kilala at naka suot siya ng kakaibang damit at nakikinig
siya sa kakaibang musika. Minsan nararamdaman ng ina na
nasa isang “zoo”
Ngunit sa oras ng gabi kapag ang binata ay natutulog,
binuksan ng ina ang pinto sa kanyang silid gumapang sa
kabuuan ng sahig, tumingin sa gilid ng kama at kung siya ay
tulog na tulog na, at ito ay kanyang binuhat ang
siyam na taong gulang na lalaki at dahan dahang niyang
hinihele pa balik balik habang hawak niya ito siya’y
kumakanta
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
Ang binata ay lumaki. Ng lumaki. Lumaki hanggang siya’y
ng bahay malapit sa karatig ng bayan. Ngunit sa isang
malalim na gabi ang kanyang ina ay kinuha niya ang
sasakyan at pinuntahan ito sa bayan. Kapag ang lahat ng
ang pinto sa silid ng kanyang anak, gumapang siya sa sahig,
at at tumingin siya sa gilid ng kama, kapag mahimbing na
ang tulog ng matandang lalaki,kinuha niya at inuuga ito ng
pabalik-balik habang itoy ay kanyang inaawitan.
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
ako’y nabubuhay ikaw pa rin ang aking munting sanggol.
Ngunit, ang ina ay tumatanda na. patanda ng patanda. Isang
araw tinawag niya ang kanyang anak at sinabing, “mas
mabuting pumunta ka dito upang tignan ako dahil matanda
na at may sakit” kaya ang kanyang anak pumunta para
tignan ito. Nang siya ay nasa pintuan ay sinubukan niyang
kinanta ang awit ;
Mahal kita magpakailanman, Gusto kita lagi…….
Ngunit hindi niya natapos dahil siya ay matandang matanda
na at meron pang malubhang sakit. Ang anak ay lumapit sa
kanyang ina. Kinuha niya at inuga pabalik-balik at habang
kinakantahan
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
ako’y nabubuhay ang aking anak ay ikaw pa rin
 When the son came home that night, he stood for a long
time at the top of the stairs. Then he went into the room
where his very new baby daughter was sleeping. He picked
her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her back and
forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked
her he sang:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Nung gabing iyon umuwi ang anak sa bahay niya, tumayo
siya ng matagal sa taas ng hagdanan. At pumunta sa silid ng
bagong silang na anak niya na babae na kasalukuyang
natutulog. Kinuha niya ito at dahan-dahan niyang kinandong
sa mga braso niya habang kanyang hinehele pabalik-balik at
habang ito ay kumakanta
Mahal kita magpakailanman Gusto kita palagi, hangga’t
ako’y nabubuhay ang aking anak ay ikaw pa rin.
Ang Parabula ng mga Posporo
Katha nina Jean Llorin at Pia Noche
Sa dulo ng isang tahimik na kahuyan, may isang payak na
bahay kubo. Sa kusina ng bahay kubo ay may isang maliit
na kahon ng posporo. May nakatirang halos limampung
palito ng posporo sa loob ng kahon.
Isang araw, isang posporo na nagngangalang Lito ay
nagsalita.
“Hindi ba ninyo napapansin na nabawasan ang bilang natin?
Kapag bumubukas ang ating bahay, isa sa atin ay
kinukuha.”
“Kinukuha? Saan sila dinadala, Kuya Lito?” tanong ni
Pilita, ang bunso sa mga palito ng posporo.
“Hindi ko nga alam, eh. Basta kinukuha na lang sila. Kapag
kinuha na ang isa sa atin, mabilis na isinasara ang bahay
natin at dumidilim muli. Ang alam ko lang ay nabawasan
uli tayo ng isa.”
Nabalisa ang ibang posporo habang binibilang nila kung
ilan na lang ang
natitira sa kanila. Dahil hindi nila nais iwan ang kanilang
tahanan, nangako silang magkapit-bisig kapag binuksan
muli ang kahon na kanilang tinitirhan.
Isang araw, nang bumukas ang kahon, biglang nagkapit-
bisig ang mga takot na posporo. Nanalangin sila na walang
makuha sa kanilang pamilya. “Kumapit ka sa akin nang
mahigpit,” bulong ni Lito sa posporong katabi niya. Buong
tapang na tumingala si Lito. Nakita niya na may malalaking
daliri na dumampot ng isang posporong nanginginig sa
takot. Dahil nakakapit-bisig sila, may ilang posporo na
nahila palabas ng kahon. Nahulog ang mga ito sa sahig ng
kusina.
Si Lito ay isa sa mga nahulog na posporo. Nauntog ang
kanyang ulo sa paa ng mesa at naramdaman niya ang lamig
ng sahig. Napansin ni Lito na malapit nang lumubog ang
araw.
Itinaas ni Lito ang kanyang ulo upang tawagin ang ibang
nahulog na posporo. Sa kaunting liwanag, namasid niya na
si Pilita ang hawak ng malaking kamay. Si Pilita na bunso
ng kanilang pamilya.
Laking gulat ni Lito sa sumunod na pangyayari. Ikiniskis ng
malaking kamay ang munting ulo ni Pilita sa dingding ng
kahon. Dagling napapikit sa takot si Lito. Naisip niya ang
sakit na idinaranas ng kanilang bunso. Kawawang Pilita!
Biglang nagningas ang ulo ni Pilita at naging isang munting
apoy. Mga kulay na pula, narangha, dilaw, puti, at bughaw
ay sumiklab mula sa kanyang ulo. Nang buksan ni Lito ang
kanyang mga mata, ang mga nakamamanghang kulay at
liwanag ay sumayaw sa paningin niya.
“Napakaganda! Ngayon lang ako nakakita ng ganito!”
napabulalas si Lito.
The Parable of the Matchsticks
Story by Jean Llorin and Pia Noche
At the edge of quiet forest was a small simple bamboo
house, inside the kitchen of this house was a cupboard near
the stove. inside a cupboard a small matchbox stood
handily. Living inside this matchbox were around fifty
matchsticks.
One day, a matchstick named Lito said to the rest of
matchstick
Haven’t you noticed that we have lost of number of us?
Every time the match house is opened, one of us is take
away.
Take away? Where are they taken Lito? Asked Pilita, the
youngest of the matchstick.
I don’t know. I just know that they’re taken away. I don’t
know what happen because as soon as one of us is taken,
our house closes and it gets dark again. I only know what we
are again one matchstick less.
The matchstick become worried as they began to count how
many of them were left inside the match house. Because
none of the matchsticks wishes to leave, they promised to
hold onto one another the next time the match houses was
opened.
The next day, when the matchbox was slowly opened,the
fearful matchsticks drew closer together and held tightly
To one another they all prayed that no member of their
family would be taken away . Hold on tightly.” Sticky
whispered to the matchsticks beside him.
LIto bravely lookup. He saw that large fingers picked up a
tiny matchstick who was trembling in fear. Since they were
holding onto one another, several other matchsticks were
dragged out of the match house. The matchsticks fell onto
the kitchen floor
Lito was one of the matchstick that fell out. As he fell he hit
his head on the foot of the kitchen table. Lito felt the could
kitchen floor.
Nakita ni Lito na ang apoy na nagmumula sa ulo ni Pilita ay
ginamit upang sindihan ang isang kandila. Hinipan ng tao
ang apoy sa ulo ni Pilita hanggang mawala ito.
Kitang-kita ni Lito ang maitim na dulo ng posporo at siya’y
nalungkot. Ngunit napalingon agad siya sa apoy ng kandila
at ang nakaaaliw na pagsayaw nito. Naalala niya si Pilita at
ang pagiging masayahin at pagkabibo ng bunsong posporo.
Tila taglay ng apoy sa kandila ang diwa at kalooban ni
Pilita.
Ang apoy na ito ay nagpaliwanag sa madilim na kusina.
Namangha si Lito habang sinasaksihan niya ang paglipat ng
apoy sa ilan pang kandila sa iba’t ibang bahagi ng bahay
kubo hanggang lumiwanag nang husto ang buong tahanan.
Tila bang unti-unting napuno ang bahay kubo ng magiliw
na diwa ni Pilita.
Ang apoy na nagmula kay Pilita ay ginamit sa pagluto ng
pagkain, sa pagkukuwentuhan sa hapag kainan, sa pag-aaral
at pagbabasa ng mga bata, at sa pagdarasal ng buong
pamilya. Sa gabing iyon, naunawaan ni Lito kung gaano
kahalaga ang liwanag na dulot ng apoy para sa mag-anak na
nakatira sa bahay kubo.
“Ito na ‘yon!” pahayag ni Lito. “Kinukuha kaming mga
posporo upang maging isang apoy na nagdudulot ng
liwanag sa kadiliman na pumapaligid sa mga tao. Kahit
panandalian lamang, bawat isa sa amin ay maaaring maging
isang maningning na ilaw!”
Napuno ng galak ang puso ni Lito sa kanyang natuklasan.
Napawi ng galak ang takot sa kanyang isipan. Unti-unting
napuno ng pag-asa ang kanyang puso.
“Kailangan na makabalik ako sa kahon namin,” sabi ni Lito.
“Dapat sabihin ko sa kanila ang nakita ko. Kailangan na
malaman nila ang katotohanan tungkol sa mga posporong
tulad namin at sa ganito ay hindi na sila muling matatakot
na iwan ang bahay namin. Naku, kailangan ko na talagang
makauwi!”
Sa gabing iyon, nakatulog si Lito sa sahig ng kusina.
Sa gabing iyon, nakatulog si Lito sa sahig ng kusina.
Kinabukasan, narinig ni Lito ang mga tinig ng kanyang mga
kapwa posporo. “Lito! Lito!” Tumingala si Lito at nakita
niya ang malaking kamay ng tao. Maingat nitong pinupulot
ang mga nahulog na posporo mula sa sahig ng kusina.
Bawat posporo ay ibinabalik ng kamay sa kahon.
Pagkabalik ni Lito sa kahon, ipinahayag niya sa lahat ang
nangyari kay Pilita. Pinatotohanan ng ibang posporo ang
kuwento ni Lito. Tulad ni Lito, hindi na sila natatakot na
makuha ng malaking kamay at iwan ang kahon.
Mula noon ay naunawaan na ng mga posporo ang kanilang
layunin. Tanggap na nila ang katotohanan na isang araw ay
kailangan nilang lisan ang munting bahay na kahon. Dahil
dito, nagkaroon ng pag-asa at pag-asam na makapagdulot
Lito raised his head to the other matchstick who fell with
him. He saw that is was almost nighttime but there was just
enough light for him to see what was happening in the
fading light, lito saw pilita being held at one end by the
mighty hand, pelita who has the youngest of the family
Lito was what happened next. The mighty hand rubbed
pilitas tiny head on the wall of the matchbox. Lito shut his
eyes in shock. He cringed at the though of the pain pelita
must have felt. Poor pelita!
When Lito opened his eye again, he saw pilita tiny head
suddenly turning into a beautiful spark of the light. His
vision was filled with the amazing colors of this light. Red,
Orange, Yellow, White and blue flashed from teenys tin8y
head witch soon became a tiny flame that seemed to dance
how beautiful I have never seen such a wonderful sight!
Exclaimed lito
Lito was saddened by the sight of the black end of the tiny
matchstick. But Lito quickly noticed the candle flame and
how it displayed a delightful dance. The flame reminded
him of how pilita was so cheerful and bright. It seemed that
the candle flame that brightened that dark kitchen bore the
will and spirit of tiny pilita.
Lito watched in astonishment as the candle flame was
passed from one candle to another in other parts of
bamboo house until the whole house brightened up. It was
as if the house was slowly being filled with pilitas loving
spirit.
The light which came from pilita was used to cook super and
brightened up the conversation over supper. It shone over
the books the children read and lit up the family altar during
altar time that night lito understood how important the
light from the flame was for the family who lived inside the
bamboo house.
So this is it, thought lito we are taken away so we can turn
into a big and beautiful bright spark that light up the
darkness that surround people. Even for one brief moment
this is what each of us can be and become one bright light
I must get back the match house” said lito. “ I must tell the
others of what I’ve seen. They must know the truth about
us so that they will never be afraid to leave the match
house. Oh I must get back!”
ng liwanag ang bawat posporo. Lito fell asleep on the kitchen floor that night dreaming of
Kahit panandalian lamang. getting back home

The next morning lito was awakened by the tiny voices of

his matchstick friend calling to him “lito “lito lito looked up.
He saw the mighty hand careful picking up the matchstick
that fell on the kitchen floor. One by one the matchstick
were placed back into the match house, he told everyone
what happened to pilita the other matchstick who fell so it
too stop being afraid of leaving the match house

From the on the matchsticks understood their purpose they

accepted that one day, they would have to leave their tiny
home. This time, they knew what they would become when
they leave the tiny match house was filled with hope and
anticipation. Since then, the matchsticks anxiously wait for
their chance to become much needed bright

Even for one brief moment.