Some poetry. Some prose. All heart.

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Our Loved Ones Never Die

Our loved ones never die.

Their spirit transforms into
Birds chirping in the early morning,
A gentle breeze caressing your cheeks,
The serene warmth of the midday sun.

Our loved ones are all around us.

They're in the old song on the radio,
In the scent of their favorite flowers in bloom,
In the worn-out photos on your walls
Or a birthday gift you've treasured over the years.

Our loved ones still live through us.

They're in the stories you pass down to your children,
In silly jokes you've told a thousand times,
In the memorabilia on your side table,
And in the customs you've carried on.

You cannot touch them.
You cannot see them.
You cannot hear them.
But you can feel them.

Our loved ones will always live in our hearts.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

A Young Dreamer

A gentle wind flows in through the trees
Carrying the scent of apples and pears.
I awaken under the sound of rustling leaves,
With flower petals in my hair.

I dreamed of flying with mighty dragons
And swimming at the bottom of the sea.
I write my dreams down as fast as I can
Before they scatter away from me.

My journal is filled with endless scribbles
Of ideas that stretch out towards the moon.
Stories, poems, an ode to my (soon to be) true love, 
And sometimes I draw silly cartoons.

The sun is setting, so I'll be back tomorrow
To dream and doodle away.
My time is my own, but not for long,
For all of us have to grow up someday.