Posted in a special bond

Unfolding

You’re standing at a threshold,
and I know your heart is full,
a little unsure, a little brave,
pulled by memories that tug and pull.

Life isn’t pushing you from here,
it’s teaching your wings to fly,
and the future that now waits for you
is larger than the sky.

Yes, the paths will look unfamiliar,
and the skyline may feel new,
but even a strange city finds its glow
when it is lit by you.

A home is never just a place,
it’s built where courage stays,
and every step you take forward
will return in brighter ways.

Do not fear the quiet quiver
that arrives before you rise,
every remarkable beginning
first disguises itself as doubt in disguise.

Life is not closing a chapter,
it’s gathering speed, gaining grace,
and the future stands with open arms,
ready to match your pace.

The world has been waiting patiently
for the fire you’re meant to show,
walk forward with steady eyes,
and let your quiet brilliance grow.


All the moments that shaped you softly,
all the storms that made you bend,
you’re not leaving anything behind,
you carry it all as strength.,

So trust the road that lies ahead,
let change feel bold and true,
the world is vast, the moment is here,
and it is more than ready for you.

Ma

Posted in poetic musings

Awaken the Heart

Roots of hope reach deep and strong,
Love and respect guide us along.
Dreams take flight where visions start,
Color and light awaken the heart.

Simi

As captured by Arca

Posted in a special bond

A Trailblazer- My Nani

She nurtures with a heart so tender, so true,
her poems like blossoms, fresh with morning dew.
Wise and radiant, her brilliance runs deep,
a wellspring of joy, a treasure we keep.

A pioneer in spirit, bold and smart,
with courage and kindness in equal part.
Dear Nani, your journey is a radiant song,
an inspiration we’ll carry lifelong.



Happy Birthday dearest Nani 💐✨

Simi

Posted in reflections

The True Supplies

Create an emergency preparedness plan.

Pack love, some laughter, a calm state of mind,
For storms may pass, but these you’ll find
Are what outlast the winds and rain,
The true supplies when life’s insane.

Posted in a special bond

You Are the Music



A bond unspoken, a thread well-spun,
Two souls whose hearts beat as one.
You are the music that lights our days,
Blending emotion and wit in endless ways.
In every note, in all you pursue,
Our world feels richer because of you two.
And always, with love that will never fade,
We await the music you’ve yet to play.

Ma

Posted in travel musings

Whispers of Rome

If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

I’d drift to Rome with skies so wide,
Where time and beauty softly collide.
A gelato in hand, lost in art’s embrace,
Love writes itself in every place.

Posted in reflections, relationships

Beyond Words

What’s your definition of romantic?

It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.

It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.

It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.

Posted in tributes

Gone Too Soon -Jimi

A tribute to a soul that walked in faith, fought with grace, and loved without end.

My dear Jimi

You always knew the when and how,
Which prayer to whisper, which sacred vow.
You read the skies with faithful eyes,
And brought such peace when storms would rise.

A gentle soul, yet fierce and wise,
With love that never wore disguise.
A daughter’s pride, a sister’s grace,
A wife, a mother, heart’s embrace.

We dreamt of places yet to see,
Of lands to wander, you and me.
You spoke of skies and distant shore,
But heaven called you home before.

You fought with strength, so quietly deep,
And gave the world more than you’d keep.
A compass when I lost my way,
Your voice still guides me every day.

Too soon you left, yet still you stay,
In every light, in every way.
And though you are gone beyond my view,
Some goodbyes echo all life through.

I just wish I’d met you for a last time,
To feel your warmth, your soul, your shine.
But angels move beyond the grasp of time.

Forever loved.
Forever missed.
Forever you.

2008
Posted in A SOLDIER'S SON, a special bond

Man to Man

(Echoes between a father and his son)



The office drains you, day by day,
Deadlines chase the light away.
But in your home, a boy stands still
Becoming a man, by quiet will.

He’s not your daughter, not as warm,
He hides his heart behind his form.
A little rough, a little loud,
Still, he wants to make you proud.

Broader now, with shoulders wide,
A growing strength he tries to hide.
Not just in size, but voice and frame
He’s changing fast, not just in name.

He watches you more than he speaks,
Tries on your steps, your ways, your streaks.
He’ll never say, “I want your shoes,”
But wears your habits like tattoos.

And yes he questions things you do,
He wonders if you’d change them too.
He holds his thoughts, but you should know,
He’s building self from what you show.

He’s in the grind of proving worth,
Unsure of place, unsure of mirth.
He doesn’t want his flaws laid bare,
Just quiet faith that you’ll be there.

He speaks in tones that sometimes sting,
A shield he wears while balancing.
Not meant to hurt or cross the line
Just teenage pride in awkward shine.

He may roll eyes or turn away,
As if your words just drift and sway.
But under that dismissive air,
He hopes you’ll see, and still be there.

He knows you’ve worked, he feels the strain
But seeks your calm more than your claim.
A quiet nod, a shared refrain,
Can guide him more than loud acclaim.

A mother loves, she softens ground,
She lifts him up when he’s weighed down.
But even she though warm and wise
Can’t fill the space he sees in your eyes.

For he looks to you to understand,
The path of boys who seek to stand.
To rough it out, to fix, to run
He longs to talk with a man, not anyone.

He needs your patience, not your plan.
He needs to see a gentle man.
Not perfect, real. Not far, right here,
To share his pride, his doubt, his fear.

Take him along just walk the lane,
Talk cars and bikes and weekend rain.
Ask him how his run felt today,
If he’s building strength his way.

Or let him strum his dear guitar,
And tell you dreams that stretch too far.
He won’t be here for long, you know
College calls, and boys must go.

These little talks on simple things
Might one day give his manhood wings.
For even men who grow up bold
Need someone real to help them mold.

So take a drive, or share the sky,
And meet him there just man and guy.
He won’t ask much, but he will see
The kind of man he hopes to be.

Simi