DEAR SON

21 is the age of the illusion

When we think we can conquest the world

And our dreams seem to be

within our hands reach

This is the age of the “I know it all”

And “I don’t care what you think”

“I will build my own experiences”

and “I will prove you wrong”

21 is the age of the experiments

The testing of your wings

The time for flying away from the nest

Leaping from branch to branch,

And taking risk of a big fall.

Is a searching time for the soul

To find who you truly are.

But no matter what son,

 remember that love is the real power

that moves the world.

MY MOTHER HANDS

They are weak and wrinkle now,

but once they were strong and soft,

They ran over my hair emulating the comb,

and tightened my hair in a fast pony tail

those hands that are deformed and in pain

cooked hundreds of meals, washed tons of dishes,

packed lunches; washed, folded and ironed clothes,

paid bills; her hands touched so many lives

My mother’s hand are the hands of a woman

 that put herself at the bottom

and everyone else needs

the top of her list    My mother’s hands
are the hands of selfless love.

I Care for You

In a world fill with noise,

surrounded by clouds of darkness and pollution,

where people often live in a “Mary-go-round” lifestyle,

and a “have to have it now” attitude,

it is important to stop for a while

to smell the flowers, and watch the birds,

the bees, and the stars…and to care for those

we love, to share a hug, to write a note,

or send a card, to let others know

how much we care for them.