Miles Away

The future is promising

And blessings are abundant

Working hard to provide

Even it means being away... miles away from home.

There are moments of joy

We're not able to share

There are moments of worries

With no shoulder to cry on.

There are times of sickness

I feel not your warmth

But I have to be strong

for our kids and their future.

The Hurting

Tears continue flowing

my eyes never dried

the past keeps on hurting

relieving the pain, I've tried.

Seeking for true happiness

wounds of heart, I get

filling up this emptiness

is much to my regret.

Meeting The Letter Writer for the First Time

My Debutante meets The Letter Writer

It's my honor and pride to meet her in person

I only know her by name

and we happen to have the same.

It's my honor and pride to have her as my guest

and read my open letter 

for my debutante daughter.