Not a day passes by
When you don’t cross my mind
If I knew what was to happen
The day you passed away
I’d take the time to tell you
All the things I needed to say
I never got to tell you
How much you mean to me
I’d have hugged you tight
And seen your precious smile
I never got to tell you
How sorry I am
For all the wrongs of my life
For all the times I hurt you, dad
I often sit in silence
And think about you
I miss you a lot
In moments of joy
But I miss you more
When I am weak
I stay strong all day
But at night I weep
When I have no one to reach
I gaze at the sky
Then I fall asleep
There are so many things
That reminds me of you
Your memories that I hold
Are more precious than gold
They say time’s a healer
I know that is true
But it’s been 1095 days
And dad, I still miss you.
The sun rose and knocked,
We left for a morning walk
I saw a squirrel on a tree,
Swear it stopped and smiled at me.
The songs of birds at first light,
The freshness of the day,
The shadows of the early sunrise,
And the clean, crisp air
There is so much to see
The flowers, the birds, the honeybee
The grass under my feet
All of those await me.
But I stay and gaze
At the scurrying squirrel
And his faithful friends
Observing their eccentric ways
One makes a funny noise,
I laugh aloud, it runs away
They go round n round
Scuttle to and fro
Aimlessly digging holes in the ground
When everything else fails,
They chase their very own tails!
That is what they do,
Just like me and you
They save for winter
But never forgets how,
To live for the moment,
To enjoy the now
And that’s how squirrels are clever,
Than humans can be ever!
“Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall”
Read the full poem http:// m.poemhunter.com/poem/television/
Let your feelings show,
Love to your heart’s content,
Before you finally Let Go…
You are the books you read,
The people you meet.
The dreams you make,
The words you speak.
And you are, what you take from these.
Let the colors fill your mind
Carry your own sunshine
Live the truth,
Express your love,
Do more, need less,
Laugh a lot and be blessed.
See the wonder of it all,
Marvel at the sight,
Share the happiness,
Celebrate the life.
Dream big, but never be,
In too much hurry,
To stop and smell… to feel… to touch or to see.
So celebrate what has been given,
The tiny bit of heaven!
In the caverns of each soul,
Different talents wait to grow.
Each one has been given to lift,
One of the special gifts.
Some have the gift of verse,
Some are blessed with brevity,
Music, beauty, athletics and dance,
Innovation, imagination, luck and chance.
Some get the gift of strength ,
Some get the power of healing.
Some with the power of endurance,
And some have the gift of intelligence.
But there’s one that’s very rare,
And needs to be shared,
Of all the gifts, it stays above
And that, my friend
Is the Gift of Love.
Taylor Mali is perhaps best known for his poem “What Teachers Make“. The following poem is perhaps one of the best poems in praise and respect of teachers – the unsung heroes of the education system. It has successfully motivated many teachers, including me, to love what we do, and to do it better, everyday. It is said that the poem was born out of an actual dinner conversation Mali had.
The following illustration by Zen Pencils is my personal favourite as it combines my love for comics and poetry.
There are many reasons why I love teaching – Because :
1) I get to share my passion for reading, writing and learning.
2) My students constantly surprise me.
3) I get to see the world from so many different perspectives.
4) I get to learn new things.
5) I touch lives.
And even though I have a big problem with the current education system, I enjoy being a teacher for the love it brings me everyday.
A week ago, a group of students whom I had taught around two years ago called me up and invited me to their farewell party. I had already made some other plans for the day so I politely declined. My phone had no rest that day as there was an influx of calls. I eventually cancelled my other plans and decided to go to the party. And that was a wise decision.
The girls looked oh-so-pretty and the boys, suave. And I felt old. And blessed. And like a celebrity – because they all wanted to click a pic (mostly selfies) with me! 😀
And even though it was not a farewell for me, I was given presents. This brought tears to my eyes.
So yeah, I love teaching because it is indeed the most satisfying job in the world. 🙂
Do you ever feel like erasing certain memories from your mind? Like in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Joel and Clementine do.
People are often advised to let the tears flow when you’re hurt. But what if, you are so hurt that you are even unable to cry?
For sometimes the heart cries
Much more than the eyes
And it’s hard to be refined
‘Coz memories are caged in your mind.
Could you, perhaps, fall so deeply in love with someone that you need a drug to erase their memories?
In the movie, Joel cries in a scene, “Look at it! It’s falling apart! By morning, you will be gone!”
I have no idea about others but I would not want any memories erased, not even the ones that hurt.
Remembering is what helps you avoid making the same mistakes.
Remembering is what helps you grow as a person.
Remembering is what lets you realise how much some people meant to you and how little you meant to them.
Remembering helps you appreciate those who actually love you.
Remembering helps you hope.
And remembering, somehow, in some strange way, makes you happy.
So no, never wish to erase, wipe or forget the slate clean.
Sigh, oh heart, as you marvel at the moon again,
Along with the pleasant sight, comes a sweet pain.
Jewels in the sky, they speak in mimes,
I bade my heart build poor rhymes.
Dread has followed longing,
Ah, lost love will always be haunting.
Look! The sky shares your tears,
It has come to wash away your fears!