What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
I wish I had a secret skill,
To touch a mind, to shape a thrill
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Where thoughts run free, no sorrow to see
For happiness dwells in all, silently.
Yet through my words, both fierce and free
I’ve long become who I wish to be.
What is your favorite type of weather?
Springish weather is what I adore,
A fleeting breath, then nothing more.
It blooms to teach that change is true
In fading petals, life is new.
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
She was a storm wrapped in grace,
An echo of wisdom, clear in embrace.
An army wife, both firm and free,
She taught the strength of clarity.
Mrs. Mathews, in calm command,
Built worlds of wonder where I stand.
What do you wish you could do more every day?
“I wish I could, a little more,
Unveil the hearts that sealed their door.
To speak with warmth, to soothe and tend
A tender voice, a hand to extend.”
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
A butterfly upon my collarbone,
A silent quest that’s mine alone.
It stirs with hope and dares to rise,
A fleeting promise in open skies.
What is one word that describes you?
A seeker, restless as the turning tide,
Chasing whispers where mysteries hide.
Not bound by paths, nor lost, nor still,
Drawn by the pull of a deeper will
Through echoes and verses, Through shadow and gleam,
I waltz with questions, adrift in a dream.
Not lost, not found yet always free,
A seeker, forever unfolding in me.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Not in trophies, not in fame,
Not in the whispers of my name.
But the voices soft yet strong,
“You’re the best, Mom”, is my joy lifelong.
Beats of joy, beats of strife,
Rhythms lost, then found in life.
Soft and steady, loud and free,
Life drums on, its a melody
Simi.
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
Who is the most confident person you know?
His hands not toughened, his age still young,
Yet dreams run deep, like songs unsung.
My son won’t wait for fate’s decree,
He forges ahead to shape destiny.
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