Life Is What You Make It

 “Do you believe it’s possible for some people to get that fairy tale ending of happily ever after?

As my response, I wrote a poem I specially dedicate to my dear granddaughters — who just like me so many moons ago, are also fascinated with fairy tales, including the musical fantasy-comedy film, Frozen.

my granddaughters

Life is what you make it

Not frogs turned into dashing princes

Nor talking mirrors that say you’re the fairest of them all…

No glass slippers will transform you into a beauty

Nor knight in shining armor will kiss you awake

No magic potions to make people love you…

Life is what you make it

And if you want happy endings

You don’t need elves or fairies or icy powers to make your dreams come true…

For no amount of “abrakadabra” or magic words

Can open the door to happiness for you

with no shed of sweat, tears and heaves of sighs…

The road to bliss is long and winding, yes

full of twists and turns, twigs and thorns,

Yet it takes work, honesty, and faith to find your way…

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and life becomes wonderful in a flash.

Just a great ounce of perseverance, and a heart filled with goodness:

love, kindness, respect, humility, understanding;

hands willing to sacrifice, clear vision to help reach your goals;

Life isn’t a fairy tale, yet you can make things happen

and fairy-tale-like endings will be yours, happily ever after!

February Has Come

A verse for my Mom…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

February is special to my family. It is the month of my parents’ wedding anniversary. Oh how romantic of them, you might think, to choose this month because of its connection with Valentine’s Day, but no, far from it.

You see, my parents have always had a special devotion to Our Lady ~~ so they chose to wed on her Feast day, or rather the day after. It would’ve been their Diamond Anniversary last year, but Mom had gone on just a few months before. Now, their wedding anniversary is almost near, and while my Dad finds strength and consolation in his faith, I know sadness and longing linger in his heart as with the rest of us.

A Poem at Dawn

Sometimes, the Muses come visiting at unexpected moments, just like in the early hours this morning. Thus this reflection-poem of mine came to be.

 Waking up at dawn

 I see darkness around

 Only flickering lights

 Beaming from buildings afar

 Cast a shimmering glow

 to everything below

 For a second I wonder –

Who’d need the stars?

 Nothing ever though

 can Overshadow

 the Wondrous shine from

 Those heavenly bodies…

 Yet

 in that hour,

Blackness covers the sky.

Sleep still tugging at me

 I recline on the seat

 By the window

 and turn my gaze

 at the sleeping city

beneath my feet…

Everything is still

 Everything quiet

 Save for the rumblings

 in my mind

 which I quell

by my Prayers

Gazing by the window

I wonder

Could there be any other soul

Brooding as I do

Over the vast view

of our side of the metropolis…

Or perhaps someone

from his own window

Watching me

Watching the world outside?

Adrift

Change course…

Far too long I’ve drifted

Like that bark on the stream

fallen from its tree

It seems;

The shore far from sight…

The horizon blurs in the distance

I sink in the whirlpool of my

imaginings

How can it be?

I get a grip

While the faint sound of the bell

beckons me still

Time is of the essence here

my dear

No time to waste.

2 Verses: When the Well Runs Dry

There are moments like this…

Self is lost

in a dungeon of despair

the Well runs dry…

dungeon of despair ~~ photo by Valentin Lacoste on Unsplash

fret not dear Self

Hope’s in your heart

All will be well

Hope ~~ photo by Laurent Naville on Unsplash

 

Thus, it is either you feel down, lose hope, hate yourself. Or be your own best friend, especially in moments of spiritual backsliding. Hold onto your faith, look up to the Source of your inner power and creativity. And soon, everything will be fine again.

Writing 201: Water Haiku

Haiku 1: Moving On

 

Pen in hand ~~ photo by Cathryn Lavery on Unsplash

Day is calm

The blue waters beckon

Pen in hand

 

 

 

Haiku 2: Freshness

early morning dew

Early morning dew

Saddled on life’s newborn leaf

Eaglet in the sky

 

 

Haiku 3: Reborn

Heaven’s blessing ~~ photo by Pawel Kadysz on Unsplash

Heaven’s blessing

the Waters of Baptism

Soul’s new life

 

 

 

 

Today’s poetry challenge on The Daily Post’s Writing 201 involves writing about Water (prompt), and/or a haiku (form), and/or use a simile (device).

Love’s Fading Season

the Heart sees no reason

yet understands and answers

Life’s greatest puzzles;

Kindred spirits speak

a language that

goes beyond time and space…

We could have been

kindred spirits;

there was a time when

we were…

but you, just like the seasons,

have drifted away

into Winter…

Tuesday Morning Haiku

I

White billowy clouds

Sailing across the blue sky

Telephone’s ringing

II

Hint of the sun’s glare

Peeking through the cottony clouds

A promise of Love

My Tuesday Haiku

Quiet Tuesday morn,

Abuzz with chores to be done

My thanksgiving pray’r.

Giving thanks for the gift of labor ~~ Photo source: Unsplash