Compassion, Courage & Friendship

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This is one chapter of my new book "The girl with nine toes" a story about personal growth.

So, now, I am really curious to see what happens this time when I go down to the river. I was …

what a pitty so many stories go unwritten because his words were meant for others instead of for the authors self!

Longing to be back to the land by the sea,
Where the air smelled nostalgically sweet in the cool summer breeze.
They said I was lucky to have an experience like this;
Some of the staff had n…

We’ve met three times in four-and-a-half years

and yet there is always that spark
as in the beginning -

I often think of you two – in these long
hot nights heavy with full moons and mangoes,
Vietnamese chatter to beckon the storms -

I saw you through the corner of my eye,
coming towards me through the corner of my eye,
my heart stopped for one long second,
to watch you and your smile,
you took my breath away,
and so w…

Warm feeling of content.
Smiles and laughter bubbling up inside,
giggling over boys,
sharing our deepest secrets,
comforting and being comforted in turn,
we know each other as no other…

Trudging along
Gray sky
Prob’ly gonna rain
My kinda luck
Tough day at work
That customer
I wanted to scream
That scream trapped inside me
But if I had
Fired
So I suppressed it
Feet a…

The love I felt for this boy.
The love I presently indulge in.
From the day I met him?

Love at first sight?
No. I don’t believe in it.
In my rational head, I never knew,
But my inside…

You know that feeling when everything is cold,
You nostalgically look back at when times were gold,
The sun is shining, yet you are shivering,
Good karma just not quite delivering.

People…

Her eyes spoke volumes. Now and then her lips will break into a smile at the sight of someone’s shadow in the gate, only to repose when the person steps out from the shadow. “No… it is not him!”

i was thinking today about where you’d
like to be buried—under the sugar maple,
you told me one summer, standing in the
open doorway as the sky threatened
rain—and it seems to me now an u…

Grief came to me twice today
in word only, escaping feeling
until she came to me too.

This is a waking dream:
My mother’s hands turn black as
her hair slips through her fingers
and sli…

The gentle folds of his chins shuddered, as his face contorted with pain. The haphazard cackles of my classmates bounced off the walls into the center of the classroom, and slowly ordered thems…

An infant girl is abandoned by her mother; she seeks her mother throughout her life. Wondering why she was left alone.

You

Are just a lesson for me
in stretching my canvas.
Preparing ,
for a larger portrait of life…...

i should hate you
but i love you.

i thought you were mine as i used to watch you sleep. i was wrong. didn’t know you wasn’t mine as we walked hand in hand down the street everyday. us…