We grow old everyday and when we clock the Age 50, we begin to count our days and deeds as never before,
Though old age may not show in our faces,
But the experience we have had all the years, are our medals and awards
Who would believe I am above 40?

I have been blessed with the gift of youthfulness

FIRST POEM FOR MY OLDER DAUGHTER

She's vast and full
Blossoming like the tides high
Too perfect, yet soft
She is like a full fledge rain
Falling and brooding the earth
She wants to heal the world,
But in so doing,
She has to learn that she can't do it alone

she needs to balance getting a PhD and having a family,
The two must be balanced to be a full woman.
A woman must Create a world, A world called family

It is the River that tells the tales of life in a never ending flowing pattern of liveliness

The winds are like volcanoes,
Volcanoes that erupt the peace of the earth
Such winds and volcanoes are likened to the lonely years of a bleeding heart

If you chose to fight,
Fight with love,
**** with love,
Let thy love flow endlessly,
Fight with love and not with hate
Fight the good fight,
The good fight of giving your love unconditionally

As each day passes by,
I do not grow old,
Rather I grow younger in the word of God,
God makes me ageless
Ageless in Mind and spirit

This piece belongs to Professor (Miss) Mary-D (Myself)**
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Eating soul since the beginning of its existence....
But we are stronger than it,
Because we live,
But it doesn't live,
It only attaches itself to us to be able to live,
Live above Cancer
You are too strong to fall
Too much to be defeated