As Long As

I am a ray of sunlight slowly drifting away without you

 

As long as I have my dreams

as long as I have my thoughts

as long as I remember

I will love you

 

As long as my eyes can see

and  my ears can hear

and my lips can speak

I will love you

 

As long as my  heart feels

my soul stirs within me

my imagination will hold you

I will love you

 

As long as  time exists

as long as love is true

as long as there is you

as long as I breath

of love and affection

I will love you

because

you love me too

 

 

 

 

No man is an Island – Thomas Merton

Our mental health emotional health, as well as our personal well being, are tied up in the quality of our personal relationships. The more closely we are connected to the people we love and adore the happier we feel and the more personal satisfaction and contentment we have in our lives. Most people say that the connection and shared enjoyment with their loved ones are their most important life experiences.

It is from the web of our relationships and connections with other people that we draw our strength. Such communities can lift us when we are down and give us the capacity to deal with whatever challenges come our way.

Sadly, with the current health crisis, we are facing, these special and important relationships we have are being put at test. The situation has separated us from our loved one and even our friends. And whether we like it or not the simple handshake and a kiss on the cheeks will no longer be observed for as long as we don’t know yet.

This is our new normal now. Away from home; separated from our loved ones; no gestures of love and no endearing moments.

Linking to kate’s Friday fun https://aroused.blog/2020/03/28/friday-fun-new-normality/

Sending more love and prayers to everyone💗💗💗

35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”

 

35 Degrees

 

Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day

No one anticipated it

Nobody expected  it would come

But it happened

It rained

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

Nobody anticipated

No one expected

Yet it happened

Just as you went away

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

For Once – Ghazal

No one doubted your love, not once

you will never escape from our memory, not once.

 

 

Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.

I Know I Didn’t Get to Say Goodbye-poem

I know I didn’t get to say goodbye

The least you want to even hear

You needed badly my hellos

Of the visits, I missed the most.

I know I didn’t get to say goodbye

But let me just come in for once

Let me have a moment with you

We’ll make it worth, I swear to you

I know I didn’t get to say goodbye

That’s why you left without waiting

Without a trail of not knowing why

You’re gone, without goodbye too

Where are you now?

That, I will never sure know

But please let me take a look

Of how life has become since you left

Without a single trace of goodbye.

 
Note:

Inspiration prompted by the poem “I am Willing” of Gina https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com/2019/01/21/i-am-willing/

Posted for Willow Poetry https://helenevaillant.com/2019/01/22/what-do-you-see-january-22-2019/

 

Dream, Princess -Quadruple Etheree

Dream, Princess -Quadruple Etheree

Soar,

Higher

Dream bigger

“Go my princess”

My! you love it Dad

Oh gee such a dreamer

Like Ariel, “Little Mermaid”

I frequently lose track of time

Skirrs museums and art galleries

I was a dreamer, back then as a kid

Best,

Always

What I see

To everyone

Around in me

Optimist, you said

Reminds you of Belle from

Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast”

Dad, I was your princess always

Curiosity is innate in me

You applaud me for that, how proud you are.

Dad,

It’s been

Years you’re gone

I remembered

We dream together

To Disneyland, we go

That didn’t happen you’re gone

“I went to Dad, with my princesses”

They too are dreamers, like you and I

We dream we soar, and we make it happen

Hey,

You know

I almost

Forgot, to say

Pocahontas is

Who I grew up to be

I am always a dreamer

With a great sense of optimism

Empowered, vested and entitled

Has become of me, your little princess.

 

 

 

Note:

A whimsical etheree in remembrance of our recent trip to disneyland and in honor of “believing in dreams and making it happen”.

Written for calmkate’s Friday foto fun:  https://aroused.blog/2019/01/18/friday-fun-events/

I Will Wait – poem

I was looking everywhere

for a sign

a moment

a time

As I look farther

the harder

I can’t see

I am blinded

It’s been a while

no, long while

you were gone

but I am still

looking for you

As one day

I know

I will find you

even in the vastness

of the sky

I will wait

for you

DAD…

 
P.S.   Merry Christma Papa …wherever you are

Written for: Willow Poetry

This week’s photo Prompt:

 

Stone Cold (poem)

Stone cold, that has become
Of a child abandoned at home.

 

Stone cold, a mother had been
Lonely, tired, and forgotten.

Stone cold, a father for sure
All tide up at work, joy so unsure.

Stone cold, a family will be
If, and only they allow it to be.

 

Hush Now

Keep still
amidst chaos and turmoil
all through the roaring thunder
and all through the rising tide
rest your weary heart
like an ocean easing up
after a storm
hush now.

Colors (haiku)

 

Far away from you
Is to be blue my dearest
I wait; purple heart .

Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm.

In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun:

https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/friday-foto-fun-blossom/

 

~Dad~

Thanks to my daughter Pat for this beautiful photo~~~

~My dearest~

I am but a shadow in the dark

Slowly coming out

Gently whispering

Unto your tormented soul…

“Its gonna be alright”

~Dad~

 

My Dreams

(Photo courtesy of Pat, my second daughter)

 

If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a majestic house;
a house with a luxurious living room…
a grandiose staircase…
a magnificent dining area…
an elegant chandelier….
a towering balcony….

But my dreams don’t have powers,
So, I didn’t get a majestic house;
but a wonderful home,
With joyful kids welcoming in our living room….
with cheerful girls running back and forth our stairs…
with visitors admiringly looking at our chandelier…
With friends enjoying the afternoon view in our balcony…

If my dreams have powers,
I would dream of a perfect world;
where true friends are by your side in moments of sadness…
where neighbors are stronger and wiser….
where love is an act of surrendering to another person…

But my dreams don’t have powers,
So I have friends who are by my side in happy times
because their joy is to see me delighted….
I have neighbors who are vulnerable because they have confidence in
themselves, and at some point, they know we all stumble…
and we love it because we have faith in another person…

If my dreams have powers,
I would dream to believe that inner beauty matters most
than outer beauty….
I would believe that friends maintain an open door…
I would believe that people are disciplined and organized…

But my dreams don’t have powers,
so I believe that outer beauty is inner beauty seen by the naked eye…
I believe that friends should only be interested in opening one door,
the door to my heart……
and I believe discipline is necessary but we have to be spontaneous
and enthusiastic, it makes us live life perfectly…