Showing posts with label day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day. Show all posts

Friday, February 15, 2019

What makes my day



It's been a jolly morning for me 
and Waffle, my pet.

All fur parents can relate on  


how I feel whenever my pet shows 







her love and
 whispers to me as a way of
showing her happiness . 



Pets  give a good start 
 of  the day.
My shih tzu is jealous as a territorial breed.
If I call another pet in the house,
she would likely get upset and demands my attention
just for her.

Yesterday, I wasn't aware that she
 got out of our gate, 

and wandered in the streets
as she ran along that was
 too far from our home. 

I was lucky enough of
having good neighbors for 
bringing her back to me. 



On top of my voice I yelled at her 

in fear of

of what might have been   





if we lost her. With her low growl,while whimpering, she rest her head on me

 ,apologizing.  


If our loved one  caused 
  us emotional pain,
 what will it cost, so our heart may  heal ?

Will it be a regret on their side
and be a simple but heartfelt 
longing for a forgiveness ? 







Happiness from the love of people we value
as much is what makes our day

but if our love has no    
significance  towards whom we bestow upon,

I wonder what  

will make your day !  









A Valentine rose  gift to me by Sam, my youngest Feb.14,2019





Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Raindrops on my shoulder

Its rainy day today. I felt relieved because cold winds gives me comfort. Loud falling rain quenches the long dry season. It invites me to set back from restlessness.

Raindrops to me is like a friend, willing to listen to whatever I want to say. Whenever it rains, I want to dine out, I want to sleep, I want red wine, I want to sing. 

Rain brings back the old days of my youth. I remember my Mom when she always gives me colored umbrella to keep me from rain. Rain is my companion when I am at my lowest.

Rain are the clouds in my eyes in time of my despair. However, I believe that there is sunshine or a rainbow after the rain. Because even the rain has its own season like the different times of my life.

How I miss the rain, .....