A smile that grew

... into affection
the little paw
that fit into a palm
snug
and
safe
reassured,
his gaze intent
and his lips
spread into a toothless grin
that
reflected
and radiated
on the face above
the mother wore a smile
a smile that grew ...

Delighted!

Three of the four bulbs I've planted are blooming. A long but rewarding wait.

Small things in life

So there I was, yesterday, driving up to Buddha Point to collect top soil for my flower pots, so I could plant the begonia bulbs which has been lying around in my car for over two weeks. I've been thinking  to plant it on a weekend- but what do you know, weekends are one of the busiest days.
So yesterday, I promised myself that I'd plant it, and for my own sake, for when it blooms I light up like a candle. Not sure, though, that I light up the place where I am at, at that moment.  

Chrismas cactus blooming last year

Small pretty flowers opening up and swallowing all the darkness. I've planted it - 6 bulbs- and watered it too. Can't wait for it to come out of the soil and begin blooming. Right now I am content with Christmas cactus (blooming late since Christmas is long gone). The orange buds have been here for over a week or two. I am waiting, patiently, for it to open up.
These are little things in life that matters.  Hopefully, amid the chaos, I'll remember to do a little thing or two, for others as well as for myself, each day. 

Thank you for the music

Being born in October I am an autumn child and perhaps for that bond I find inspiration in melancholy.
I can delve in my thoughts until it stirs and draws out sadness from every bit of feeling, even happiness.
Yet there is a music in me, one that stirs from happiness in a happy sort of way.
It's like the time I am so caught up in something that I don't have time for melancholy to sit on my lap for me to nurse it.
This is spring, and exactly like the season itself.
It is so much about hope and things coming alive. It's nature coming alive and even though I may look worn out and sapped from the outside, I feel like I am blooming within.
 If only if I could renew like the peach trees and the gardens, then I'd bloom from the outside too. Spring is the beauty one feels inside.
It is the uplifting music. It is the answer. There is no end to life. It is the music that musicians leave behind to be heard again and again and again, to be re-generated and revived. So thank you for the flowers, the reawakening, inspiration, for the music I feel inside and for the music that you are.

A step back

For each step forward, take two backwards. That's the logical thing to do in life. 

mama

mother & son

mama it's your lil' son 

I've grown up

I am sure you'll be pleased to see me 

healthy and strong 

mama I'm sad 

you're not keeping your words 

It's been years and you're still not home

I miss you more each day

mama I cried, 

cried several times

I was at cousin's home and it was fun 

but when dusk came and artificial lights lit up rooms 

I cried 

mama I hid underneath a bed

and cried my heart blue 

they found me soon enough

and looked at me with pity

oh mama! how I cried 

mama I hear your voice over the phone 

but that's not enough 

and I can't speak 

mama, I wish you could hear my heart 

each beat waits for your return 

mama I miss the way you smell

I can't recall 

the last fragrance from your shirts 

faded as the machine beat it into pulp 

and what remained vaporised in the sun

mama come home

 have me in your arms 

and I'll forget all that you missed

 my PTA 

the concert where I danced like a star

and more

mama I'm hurt 

you're not listening

I'm entering a dark alley,

inside a bar no one seems to bother

 for I look old enough

a man at the counter hands me a shot 

I gulp it down 

the acidity burns my throat 

but cocoons my heart 

its no longer blue 

and it no longer beats for you