Home Soon

it was though just yesterday
when I used to hold your tiny hands
as we walked  down the stairs
oh, how you confidently
let go, while others cried in despair
for not wanting to

as days became weeks
and weeks became months
I barely noticed how years flew by
‘cos every moment with you
is a loving moment
of memories to keep
of how our world used to be
until the last days of my life

I never leave you behind
never alone
for you, I will adjust my world
reorganize my life
and dream the dreams
you dream

but my child,
our world has changed
and I have to leave you alone
my heart bleeds
and I am lost
lost of words

remember your dream is my dream
and your hope is my hope
for that, I will be home
soon…

 

 

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( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows an old bearded man standing on a stone staircase that is leading to a tower. In the background you can see mountains enshrouded in clouds)

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I Miss You

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I am an empty chair amidst a lovely view without you

 

it’s most painful that I miss you
a silent ache cries out my heart
unbearable, thoughts of you
makes it harder to breath

 

the saddest part is I know
you are out there somewhere
but I cannot look into your eyes
and say how badly I want you
at this point

 

missing you is the sweetest
yet most heartbreaking pain
I taste my own tears
even when I smile

 

and my life  appears
worse than anything
I miss you and
its absolute pain

 

P.S.

Sending more love and prayer to all our front liners and to all those who are away from home and from their love ones 💗💗💗

 

Stuck (Etheree)

Stuck
In the
Middle of
Life’s crossroad paths
What we missed; must go
Least we live in the past
And can’t let go; the present
Is a must to live and enjoy
For nobody gets closer, as future
Remains a vision, when we are just stuck.

 

Hush Now

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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.

~Dad~

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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

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(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…

 

 

In the Silence of my Heart

In the silence of my heart and from a distance my prayer today goes out to a really dear friend who’s son passed away.

“Every man’s life ends the same way. It is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another.”

―Ernest Hemingway