“Dear Drian…”

The other day I chanced upon one of my cherished journals, which held a very memorable entry…It was a letter to my daughter on the day I’d given birth to her, sandwiched between a coloring book page that I’d painted when I was in the hospital, confined a few days before the actual delivery. Now, two years and a month later, I was able to savor the words I wrote that captured the very essence of my emotions that very special...

Missing A Few Things, and God’s Perfect Timing

I honestly miss regularly performing.  I’ve been singing in bands since I was fifteen.  So it’s no surprise that being able to regularly go up a stage and sing for a long time is something I do miss a lot.  The Lord has been faithful in opening doors and opportunities for me to do the things I love, that’s for sure, and I am thankful I have been able to sing for a few special shows and that I’m still actively writing.  What a...

My Place In This World

Everybody has a rightful place in the world, a perfect time for that person to enjoy and relish being alive, and to be grateful. I will always be thankful to have experienced that—being onstage, making music with friends, writing songs, writing poetry and articles and anything that inspires…and will always be thankful that even doing so, I have a rightful place not just before an audience or in being immortalized in words, but also in the...

For Tired Parents: Another One (by Anonymous)

Chanced upon another beautiful poem written by an anonymous writer, it moved and spoke to me, about how fast the years go by…Just something to ponder, especially when you feel a little irked or frustrated or exhausted from parenting duties. “For life is short, the years rush past. A little boy grows up so fast. No longer is he at your side, His precious secrets to confide. The picture books are put away. There are no games to play. No...

An Eye For Details (A Poem For My Mama)

AN EYE FOR DETAILS (June 24, 2010) - For My Mama - To know the exact time you were born, How much you weighed, The color of your eyes. To try to put into words the delight And surprise. A mother remembers all.To take note of how much vitamins you have to take, The amount of milk or solid food you ate, The sound of your sighs As she cools down a fever, The doctor’s replies. A mother remembers all.To recall the words of a story The one you most...