Sound of the sparrow
Sunlight dancing on the waves
Life has awoken
Category Archives: My Poems
Poems writtin by me
change
Everything changes;
For every Summer, there’s Fall.
Nothing ever lasts
My Precious
She is brown and black and white.
She has floppy ears, which flip and flop from side to side.
Come morning, I check to see if she is still there
where I left her, beside me on the bed.
When I was lonely,
without her, before this wonderful friend,
there was just about…
Nothing, emptiness inside.
Buying her, attached to her.
In a shopping cart, What’s her name?
I do not yet know, the name
“Lyla.”
So perfect.
My dog Lyla.
A new story every day,
A new adventure to play.
Everywhere I go, there she is.
Whether on an evening walk in the stroller
or tightly in between my arms
or anywhere else,
Lyla is mine, she is there with me.
Lyla will always be there with me –
is what I think.
Garage.
Crying.
Sadness.
Yelling: Give her back! She is mine, and I AM HERS!
Countless more hours of crying, the childish thing to do.
Forgetting.
Forgetting.
Gone.
Yet still, forever, she will sit in the corner of my heart and soul.
So that she will come with me
wherever I go.
Passing by,
comfort nearby as I feel joy.
And my mind thinks Voila!
Is that you, my precious Lyla?
goals in a league of schools
I wonder what’s coming, what the future brings,
so for a brighter future, my heart sings.
Is that a hope, a truth, or a dream?
It all starts with a good education, it seems.
As a child, school equaled joy.
Thrilled by new opportunities, new friends, new toys.
Complemented with astronomy and museum trips and science and games.
Play, play, play, study –
repeated, quite the same.
As I enter middle school,
I think to myself
I have to think that school is still fun.
I have to make sure that my concepts will be worked on, even one-on-one.
I have to be able to engage with my teachers and get work done.
For these reasons, BASIS Independent Fremont is the one.
Now, it’s not the play-time I rate,
but the subject fundamentals just have to be great.
I learn important things from my teachers –
the math, the sciences, the languages
it’s fun, but some suffering.
I like school when it’s fun,
the learning and how-to’s, the experience of rushed studying.
So much to master,
so much to learn.
Acing the concepts
is what I yearn.
We all understand –
Success is not given, but earned.
I hope I achieve success
because I learn.
The trails I take
Each trail we walk in Florida is accompanied by
a little girl with a smiley face
who finds happiness in everything about nature
from the tall, tall trees
to the small, small bees.
Yelling This is a Juniper! This is a manatee!
She enjoys the many
chills from the blasts
of wind, whistling
through the sawgrass,
the feel of being in nature –
overwhelming
in a good way.
This little girl particularly enjoys this trail in Everglades National Park
very much. Happily singing
Bazinga! Bazinga! I’m on the Anhinga!
On this trail, she can name all
the animals:
birds, turtles, crocs
and the plants:
Yuccas and Junipers galore
which she sees, observes,
quite like a hawk.
She says One day, far from now,
I will travel to all the parks in the world, for it is only then I will
grow.
This happy little girl…
She is me.