Those days- cloudless,

filled with loud

children’s laughter

and sun rays,


When everything

seemed possible,

and everyone was loved.

I loved those days,


and reached for them

The way a sunflower

turns towards the sun

on a cloudless day.



The mother vow

*The mother vow*


On the day you were born

I promised you

To be your mother and your friend,

To be a teacher,  a mentor for you.


I promised to listen,

To remember and smile,

I promised to accept you

For who you are.


With all my love,

And all my heart,

I promised you this

For all the days of my life.






I used to walk on your bridge

And stare in your water,

Thinking about my past,

Dreaming about my future.


Now you drank all the raindrops,

Made them a part of you,

And claimed our houses,

Our roads are under you.


The flood is reminding us

That nature is stronger than people.

But if we stick together like raindrops

We can be strong too.



Leaving tomorrow

*Leaving tomorrow*


An empty suitcase

On the bed.

Dreams of a new place

In my head.


I’m packing up hopes

And travel guides.

Leaving behind fears

And dreading goodbyes.


There is only one thing

That is stopping me.

I wish I could bring

You with me.



Earth Day

*Earth Day*


Earth day was yesterday.

So you planted some flowers

and moved on.


In a few weeks it’s Mother’s day.

So you ordered some flowers

and set a reminder to call.


But shouldn’t it be Earth day

every day? Shouldn’t it be

Mother’s day every day?


Sadly that won’t happen.

But, oh well, Mother Earth

got to celebrate twice.






Just because it’s spring

The air is easier to breathe.

And just because it’s spring

People are more in love.


Dresses are colourful,

And it smells like hope.

Just because it’s spring

New beginnings are happening.



Sometimes, somehow

*Sometimes, somehow*

The years go by,
Running through your fingers,
And forming memories.

Sometimes, somehow,
A memory comes up.
A part of who you were.

It passes through your mind,
Goes into your eye
And tears it up.





This song

tastes like oranges,

Smells like fall

and rain.


I doubt that words

can have a taste.

But memories do.

A bittersweet one.





Once upon a time
There was a little girl.
She grew up to be
One of a kind.
Each step of the way
She leaned on her mother.

Time passed and
The girl became a
mother herself.
And her little girl
grew up to be
One of a kind.

That’s how life goes on
With each little girl
and her story.
Each day someone
somewhere says
‘ I love you, mother’.


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