the stars that shine on a midnight sky ...
reflections of the sun that warmed the day
the owl blinks to clear the way
for a fox who is stalking his prey..
the Midnight howls
calls for party among the beasts
predators cheer hooray!
upon the fall of a prey....

Half awake
dragging my legs down the stairs
found my sweet kitchen
through several yawns
and sleepy thoughts
Here's the seductive "Bombay Bread"
and a *** of Vietnamese strong Coffee
serve on the attractive kitchen table..
Breakfast everyone!!!

Bon appetit!

I wanted to cry
But the tears wouldn’t come
I cant hold back any longer

I am choking..
there is a blockage in my throat…

I am gasping for air..
There is no more air to breathe..

But before I say goodnight
and put myself to sleep
Please let me cry….
One last cry….

Written poems after poems
Published a book and sold poetry
A Poetry homepage read by many
Writing and sharing in Hello Poetry

Darling,
I just wish for a second you  would
turn the cover of my book and read
come to my homepage and see who reads
check Hello Poetry and look who's sharing what
my wish before i fall to sleep
and rest my pen
if i do not wake up again
to breathe another poetry
I wish... I just wish
that you would read our daughter's poetry
and forgive me
for teaching her what i love best
the art of writing.....

When I was little
often I watched my mom in the kitchen
working till late night
kitchen was her cocoon
kitchen was her heaven
I had to pretend to be sick
to take her out from there
Once I caught her sobbing
at the kitchen sink
as a child I asked her so innocently
"Did daddy make you cry"
No darling she said
She smiled and continued with dishes..
and left me with the question WHY?
Years later..
and today I am a mother myself
The tragedy in mom's kitchen still haunting my life
watching my mom crying in her kitchen
was not a good picture,
not a good memory as a child
not at all.....
The kitchen was her castle
In the warmth of her kitchen
she made miracles…she created magic upon magic
splendid recipes... superb dishes
feeding her loved ones... with love
but Today I realized  how my mother
released herself and that could have made her survive
By working so hard in the kitchen
By often hiding her despairs and sorrows
Her kitchen was her secret hiding place
every time she was hurt...
when the world treated her so unfairly
In the comfort of her Kitchen
She consoled herself....
How did I realize this after so many many years?
today for the very first time
I cried myself at the kitchen sink
In my very own cozy kitchen
over a pile of dinner plates ,
almost breaking a glass
so afraid to lose control...
but my kitchen is heaven that saves me...
as my tears are falling over the bubbles in the sink
How I came to understand my mother's feelings...
by standing there in the kitchen...
remisniscing... and..
breathing this life
feeling this life
experiencing with life
living with life....
as long as mothers are alive
they live their life
to share the laughter and joy
of their husband and children
to endure the pain and sorrows
but hide them once in a while....
in mom's heavenly kitchen

What a nice morning
The sun shines lazily
shyly showing its face
unenthusiastically  shines with its grace
For all mankind and nature it'll embrace
Before the dark clouds form and move
Green umbrella for me today
that matches my shoes
a brief moment of sunlight
an expected heavy downpour later...

Can you hear the claps?
Take a bow everyone
Standing ovation
for today's outstanding performance
let the curtain falls
hear the midnight calls
Good night to all