I wish to talk about the ‘celestial’… A cherub, A sunshine, The eighth colour of the rainbow, A smile, A togetherness, A bond, A tomorrow, A promise, A tear, A holding, A forever, A ‘let go’; I wish to talk about the ‘celestial’… Of silent voices, Of listening, Of two pair of feet, Of evening …
Mom, I Call Ye Sacrifice
It is not easy to let the World know, How much ‘the caring’ can add to life… How well ‘a rainbow’ makes a promise… How much ‘the silence’ can be ‘the turbulence’… It is not easy to let the World know, How much ‘My Mom’ loves me! Sad days… When I seem to lose …
A Hundred Quills 