Life is beautiful even I have to live in an imperfect world.
Life is more of light than darkness as it welcomes every morning.
Life is beautiful because everyday is another chance to live.
The seconds, minutes, hours, and the day after today is a gift.
Life is beautiful trust me.

May God guide us with HIS everlasting love.

Nutritious as they say,
But takes time to grow,
Like a fresh green plant,
Similar to once new love.

It needs the full sun,
But needs water to balance,
Like a growing plant,
And the fresh love filled with light.

Plant needs consistent care,
As one miss will make it dull,
Like a love gone sour,
Forever lost by a missed heartbeat.

Constant care makes it crispy sweet,
Neglect allows the unwanted weeds,
The weeds grow fast and tall,
Then beyond reach forever.

The message is fast,
Knowledge is cast,
In the air and we grasp.

In just one blink,
Everything in one click,
In many pages we pick.

Friends are many,
Are they really plenty,
In FB but not in reality.

Friends across oceans,
They are really many,
But who can you really see.

The Stone Age touch,
Are remembered,
As etched in stone.

These days of fast blink,
Friendship can end,
By just one click.

The lights are blinking,
Bells are chiming,
The star is glowing.

Below the Christmas tree,
We remember the holy three,
Jesus, Joseph and Mary.

Way above the sky,
So far way up so high,
The holy angels sing and fly.

Around heaven they see us here,
As we remember our Jesus dear,
And hug loved ones far and near.

May your Christmas be merry,
Bright and shiny,
All blessings to a happy new year.

An old man sits alone in a chair in the garden.
And dreams of yesteryear.
And thinks of friends that have passed.
And the wife that he lost so dear.
Now he feels so all alone.
He prays to God to keep him strong.

My mom just turned 90,
And how happy she had been,
When she made a wish as she,
Blew her cake with smile and glee.

Now her kids are older,
Gained more runs,  
With plus to grandkids,
Has gained her more score.

My mom and us is a cycle,
We used to be young,
But now we are not,
And love is the only thing we got.

I looked at the pen,
And tried to scribble,
Felt the crisped paper,
With dots and just dots.

I looked at the window,
Saw glimpse of the rain,
Still no words to write,
Where is the rainbow.

Oh at last here it is,
After the rain,
Comes the sunshine,
Glowing as I finally write.