Mama 

🌸Dedicated to my Mummy who has been with me through it all. Blessed Mother’s Day. 妈母亲节快乐🌸
And to all mothers, godmas,grandmas and mothers to be. Blessed Mother’s Day🌹
Mama 

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I can’t remember how it felt to be born and to be in my mother’s hands that 1st time….
I can’t remember how my son or daughter smelt like when they were placed in mine. 
All I remember is feeling that I would never be the same me ever again. 
That love at 1st sight feeling is indescribable and the bond unbreakable.
Seeing my son sleep and I sneak him a whisper of love. 
Seeing my girl tossing in her crib,

I bend over and kiss her.
I’ll never love like this ever again. 
Each moment, each fear, each heartbreak of theirs forever linked mine.
Every experince in your life. 
Each love, each failure and Victories live it well and savor it. 
Be brave. Be faithful. Fight for what you believe in and always be kind. 
Be better than me and your Father. 
And always 

always 

Always…. 
I’m proud and you are loved. 
Thank you for calling me mama 

my sweet babies.

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In a world so full of love,

I could never choose hate.
In a life so full of memories, 

I could only choose the dark and good ones.
You and we are intertwine 

Like threads to a tapestry.
We are so alike 

And so different 

It just blows my mind… In a time from the past, 

To the present 

And beyond 

Everything you say just makes me wonder 

And I’ll wonder if you ever question,
Why the maker made you?

And your purpose?

And your pain?
Could you and would you have 

Rewritten your stories?

And remade ours?
In the capsule of a time 

Age carries faded memories of time 

We hold hands and exchange pleasantries.
I’m hoping we will exchange hearts and meaningful conversations 

That can withstand the grime of time. 

I’ll Savour them.

F this !


F this 

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Yeah you’re right.

You are 99.9% correct all the time .

And I’m wrong,

100% Tainted in my soul.

Is it a Sin if anger burns under your skin?

Would you ask to be forgiven if it was you instead in knee deep?
Yeah you’re right.

I could, should , must have done better.

I open and shut all the drawers of my miserable excuses only to be confronted by the horror of your disbelief.

Shall I run like I always do like a puss in the night?

Shall I stand brave and take it all ? 

I shudder, gag I can’t swallow it all. 

He’s yours 

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HE’S YOURS

How do we reconcile that time is up when it comes?

How so for the young ones?
Or even old?

Faith is strong but the heart gets weak
Weight upon my heavy lids.

I get to my knees and press my fingers to his lovely cheeks.

To see his eyes gaze upon me feels like heaven on earth.

Not one could ever comprehend the full love of a mother or father.

Living the life you have you would gladly give to restore a resting child.

A wavering amber.

“Not this time. ” you say to your Maker” as he was created for you. ”

Yet so,  You willingly  surrender this child to be taken or not at the feet of that Savior even as you weep. 

Babies 

  
“Babies”
Her fingers play the invisible melody

as she drifts off to sleep. 

Her dreams are made of sweetness and puffs,

Pink silks, rainbow ponies 

and piles and piles of strawberry cake that she loves. 
He’s a boy. 

The kind that one looks at and thinks is full of joy. 

His smile is contagious and his heart a heart full of love and kindness. 

True he gets lost in emotions when his peers are around.

Yet I say he is the bravest little boy I’ve ever know and the sharpest looking one I’ve ever loved. 
She’s the moon. 

He’s the sun. 

A kitten and a puppy. 
I love them so,

this they’ll ever know

For I’m always here.