With or without rhythm or rhyme, life’s a poem.
Dearest Youngest Sibling, I recall seeing you swinging on a wooden swing, lost in contemplation, that day in EVO Nature Park. I couldn’t help but wonder what you were thinking as you stared into the distance. Was it a mixture of joy and fear, as it is for so many of us who have just…
In the calm, milky light of dawn, my newborn son nestled against me, and a maelstrom of emotions crashed over me. One moment, I’m drowning in a tidal wave of love for this perfect, fragile creature who’s burrowed into my very being. The next, I’m gasping for air, slammed by the reality of the decision…
In you I remember the beauty of country life, Hills and mountains, green grass – the island born of fire, Tall trees, crystal waters singing through the rocks, Nature simply sings through every beat of your heart. When I talk with other men, I always think of you — Your words are keener than their…
If I had a grandma like hers, who constantly and faithfully advised: “Never cry, never complain, To God you may, but not to humans.” Those who like you will only be sad, Those who hate you will be glad, Those who matter to you will be depressed, Those who don’t care would only disappoint. Are…
If you are to rise, learn to descend, Life doesn’t always bring mountains to ascend. Decaf, Americano, large – the boss commanded. Without batting an eyelid, I complied. I pressed the lift down the coffee shop, Never letting self-pity gets a grip. Whispering: “Servitude is an act of love, Self-talking: “Better yet, it’s paid.” At the…