Growing Up
When I was born I make everyone happy When I was one I took my first steps When I was two I am messing all around When I was three I am ready for school When I was four I am hardly myself I’ll be what you teach me This is a piece of note
He Cares for Me
When the day is getting over, And the daylight is fading; Darkness drawing upon me. I know my Savior’s here with me. Oh yes, he cares, he cares for me. In the land, I have no control over me. My Savior cares for me! I must have dictated these lines to my seven-year-old boy. He’s
Two Person Inside Me
‘Dad, you know, I’m trying very hard.’ ‘Yes, I knew it. And we need to keep trying.’ We were talking about trying to be a good person. However, there is no word to describe, succinctly, the task of keeping the good and bad side of us in balance. It’s a pity when my children, like
Every Person Has Their Own Story – II
Every person has their own story Some love lost is worth reading Not every person gets detoured Yet somehow heartbreak’s common We all have a life to live once Some are late finding the right path. Every person has their own story Some willingly share to everyone Wanting recognition and praise Some failed the grandeur
My Mid-June Reflections
The morning air was heavy, my body still weary, from our visit hometown visit in the countryside. City life and its atmospheric pressure are heavy and tiresome, especially the quality of the air we breathe, in our city. I’m less energized than expected as I woke up in the morning. It was June – outside
Every Person Has Their Own Story – 1
Every person has their own story Some share it to the world Hidden stories are made open Open stories are made to hide Yet they’re out in open for good If it’s for the good of many. Every person has their own story All stories would be worth reading None to despise in this small
Is My Father Still Living?
‘Daddy, you must have really missed your father?’ ‘Yes, I did. But he’s living in a better place now.’ It surprised me at first, as I did not expect it from him at this young age. He knew, in his mind, because he loves me too. We were hopping from one topic to another with
Tough Love
“I could have died if you’d have loved me more,” wailed a tough child who is struggling hard to protest against the tough love of his father. In a sense, he was simply trying to cover up his mistakes by a loud wailing like the vixens who couldn’t endure the cold wintry nights in the
Deleting the Past
One fine day I was busy re-arranging my books and notebooks, which were mostly half-a-decade old. It was a great reminiscence of the bygone years. The past had its meaning, especially the short notes in one paragraph or two in the blank pages summed up my condition during those days. I don’t know why I’m
Alive By Your Grace
Don’t know where life’s heading The pain and sorrow, too heavy for me Wasn’t grace not showered upon me? Still, moving forward’s my only way It’s Your help, almost missed it! Should I be going by my will I’ll be long gone with no traces left Reapin’ what I’ve sown; I’d be consumed Though I’ve