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Day 140 in 2017

Saturday morning sunshine peeps through the rows of guardian trees, 

Smiling gently at you,

And assures you about great things that are coming to pass.

You ask yourself about the path you’re walking through; 

Why is it hidden among the guardian trees? 

How would  anyone see the path? 

Who would  walk the path? 

The sun replies quietly, “It’s not your call to think about it”

Yes, listen to the sun. 

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Day 138 in 2017

Oh how I miss December,

When the warmth of love radiates my universe,

As the little lights shine through the entire house. 

The heart jumps up the moment I greet each morning, 

As if surprises await around the corner, 

Waiting for me to chant my wish verse. 

The joy causes my life to arouse, 

In the festive days like Spring. 

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Day 126 in 2017

Bright morning smiles gently, 

And you blossom timidly, 

In the corner of the garden, 

As if you just want to be hidden. 

Smile back at the kind morning, 

For it has so much to bring, 

To your seconds and minutes and hours.

Come out as who you are, beautiful flower. 


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Day 101 in 2017

It’s National Siblings Day, they say –

A kind reminder of how much God loves me. 

We’re all different from one another, 

Yet we’re the same in loving one another. 

We have our own circle of friends, 

Yet we circle one another with affection. 

We walk separate paths in life, 

Yet we never leave one another behind. 

We grow into disparate flowers, 

Yet we come from the same root. 

Our late Papap was taking a picture of his three daughters on my wedding day, back in 2000.