My Mother

She is

She knows

She says

She keeps quiet

She laughs 

She gives

She cares

She worries

She teaches

She prays 

She knits 🙂 

She is

And.. 

She always will be ❤

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Social Media

Friends

Oh, so many of them

To know someone but not really know him or her

What is now, what is in, what is viral

To know what to click

To know what not to click

Don’t be fooled by a like

Brand invasion

Truth made more colorful

The ugly even more monstrous

What is privacy?

Who is genuine?

Is this real?

I don’t know.

No one.

No.

Logging off

 

When was the last time she smiled? 

When was the last time she smiled?

She’d smile when Dad picked her up from school. Running to the car with her face slightly flushed from the afternoon heat.

She’d smile when Mom baked goodies. The smell filled the room and the cookies never lasted more than 3 days.

She’d smile when they were at the beach. She loved the sun and sea.

She’d smile when she had to chase after the dog. He escaped too many times.

She’d smile when they were all home for dinner to talk about the the latest in each other’s lives.

Today she smiled, too. I saw it. She was looking out the window. So I asked her what was on her mind. She said, “Oh, nothing.” And I drove off. I made her smile. 

Sunset Thoughts

As I passed the trees,

With the sun sinking behind them,

I began to fall from now to a time not long ago,

When the world was a bit larger,

And I was but a frightened novice with new-found independence.

It was a time of trial,

A time of hurt,

A time of uncertainty.

While life seemed grand and full of possibilities,

I was inching my way into this big void.

For the longest time I was figuring out what it mean to live,

What it meant to love,

And what it meant to have lost.

But Time always comes to the rescue,

To teach us the many things we need to learn,

To aide us into fulfillment and confidence of who and what we are.

Then the world is less scary, more inviting.

It becomes the seat of growth.

And Experience then calls for casual conversations here and there.

We became good friends.

And as my mind started to float back,

I was greeted by the waning, pale orange sky,

The same sky I used to gaze at then.

But now it fondly reminds me of this transient life,

And that You know what You’re doing.

 

Because My Place is Here

So I unearthed this old poem from my Tumblr account. I used to write a lot of poems. Many were sad. This one is one of the most emotional ones, I think. I shall write more poems again, happier ones.  

…… 

Not that you asked, but I want to tell you how I feel.

I feel stuck, immobile, unable to extend action or compassion far enough for you to feel and acknowledge.

Not that you asked, but I want so much to be by your side.
I want to hold your hand when you feel pain and despair. You are not alone.

Not that you asked, but I want to be your source of courage and strength. 
I want to help you accept what we cannot change and cannot foresee with an open heart. 

Not that you asked, but I want to tell you every day that you will be okay.
Though we both know that ‘okay’ can amass to countless meanings, everything will always be okay in the end.

Not that you asked, but I want to help you rise above this obstacle.
I believe you to be a great many things, one of which is no quitter. I know you will keep standing up.

Not that you asked, but I want to make you smile and laugh when you feel like there is no longer any reason to.
Laughter was our greatest companion;let it be so again.

Knowing my place is knowing that I can’t give anything voluntarily without you asking.
If only you’d ask. 

– Aug 31, 2011