she cooks, cleans, launders and folds
dirt and grime, she knocks ‘em cold.
she’s got vigor, she’s seventy two,
when she cooks, her ”pinakbet” is cordon bleu.
she cleans my house, she does it for free,
I thank God coz she’s here for me.
when she needs a break, her respite is shopping,
her face lights up, it’s so amusing.
her heart overflows with a shopper’s glee,
she shops, and shops, till she’s in a quandary.
@3 weeks ago
songs of winter
and when the wintry days return
past many months, it has earned,
a dear longing, a new leaf turned,
a welcome kiss, a kiss that burns.
( poem by cynthiaF)
(via black-and-white)
@2 months ago with 976 notes
I have read somewhere that by placing things in one’s imagination, it will attract the good things and that you have to be able to see that wish fulfilled already.
I guess this is the notion of positivity, letting go of the negative, pursuing the good things. I believe in this.
But by imagination alone, this doesn’t cut it for me. With divine wisdom and guidance, forthright faith and willingness to forge ahead with one’s dreams and goals, taking action out of your imagination, that’s what counts.
I don’t imagine. I pray. I take action. I wait for God’s answers. Together, we will not fail.
@2 months ago
the days floated by so quickly, you wanna chase it and hold it forever.., alas they’re all but (beautiful)
memories...
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@3 months ago