His smiles illuminate my dreary days
My patience for others wane as my patience in other aspects of my life deteriorates. I don't do much to help it or exacerbate it- perhaps I am unashamedly rude and boldy blase. That's the way it is for now, at least.
Simply a thought.
Meanwhile, yesterday afternoon, Michael played the Beatle's Black Bird for me. In a music store. In front of a small audience consisting of the store's staff and my colleagues. It was mortifying.
I woke this morning and wrote him a poem. I don't know if the handful of poems I've written for him has helped much in refining my skills... or if my adoration for him has increased and made the art easier. Either way, methinks poetry's easy when you use emotions to spur it and honest words to shape it! Haha.. Alreet, so I amuse myself.
His smiles illuminate my dreary days,
And leaves its mark in a myriad of ways.
When I glimpse his silhouette from far away,
It seems more curious than words can say-
But the tiny distant figure that I can see,
Really is one of the most dearest things this world holds for me.
He better have a complete and updated anthology of Tam's work going.
Meanwhile, Grandparents are in town. I really do believe my work with older patients at the hospital has completely changed my appreciation of elderly people- I see Grandpops and Gran in a completely different light. We're buddies now. Which feels strange in a traditional Asian culture.
I asked Grandma after dinner if she was afraid of dying. She's generally frightened of a lot of things. "Me? Scared of dying? No! Not at all! I live each day to see my grandchildren and children strive towards their goals and conquer them one at a time. And I pray. I pray for everyone of you, right down to the littlest of you all."
Simply a thought.
Meanwhile, yesterday afternoon, Michael played the Beatle's Black Bird for me. In a music store. In front of a small audience consisting of the store's staff and my colleagues. It was mortifying.
I woke this morning and wrote him a poem. I don't know if the handful of poems I've written for him has helped much in refining my skills... or if my adoration for him has increased and made the art easier. Either way, methinks poetry's easy when you use emotions to spur it and honest words to shape it! Haha.. Alreet, so I amuse myself.
His smiles illuminate my dreary days,
And leaves its mark in a myriad of ways.
When I glimpse his silhouette from far away,
It seems more curious than words can say-
But the tiny distant figure that I can see,
Really is one of the most dearest things this world holds for me.
He better have a complete and updated anthology of Tam's work going.
Meanwhile, Grandparents are in town. I really do believe my work with older patients at the hospital has completely changed my appreciation of elderly people- I see Grandpops and Gran in a completely different light. We're buddies now. Which feels strange in a traditional Asian culture.
I asked Grandma after dinner if she was afraid of dying. She's generally frightened of a lot of things. "Me? Scared of dying? No! Not at all! I live each day to see my grandchildren and children strive towards their goals and conquer them one at a time. And I pray. I pray for everyone of you, right down to the littlest of you all."