Glad to hear you're home with your family, After a week stuck in hospital.But, just because you're home Doesn't mean your life goes back to normal. Now is when your hard work starts. Pain, Physiotherapy, rest then repeat. Then add playing with the kids,And time with your partner. You will have your hands full.This is the time when you will need to swallow your prideAnd remember that there is no shame in asking for help. B...
I'm willing to share. I want to share. My mother is gone. She'll never know what I've accomplished. My wife knows. That helps. It's not enough. Old friends, new friends, some will know, some won't care, but I've done it. I've achieved what I set out to do. But I want to share it with all of them. My love is not something that fades away. I want to share. They'll all know about it. They'll know and rejoice in my triumph. T...
Staring into to the murky depths of the sea, one can either catch a glimpse of their soul or be lost in their own narcissism. It is within this aqueous body where man makes part of the journey of life—to find their identity and become an eddy amidst the mainstream. But this ocean of pride is subject to spontaneous changes of composure, yielding different fates for pilgrims: either providing them with a satisfying happines...
I'll never be the perfect girl, Never be the one to get straight A's Never the one to go and go until I'm defeated I guess I should be sorry, But I can't say that I am, I'm doing my absolute best, Why can't you see that? I'm tired, my feet are dragging on the ground I'm worn, too many... too many emotions, grades, words, thoughts, things to-do... too much... too much of you. I'm sorry, sorry I can't take all this, sorry I...
Black, Green and Gold Are the colours I adore Excuse my ignorance If I don’t like the representation Of political colours But just my nationalistic pride I really don’t pick side I am just a Jamaican Who stands For the very essence Of my nationality I truly admire The U.S Patriotism I wish my country had such a philosophy.
By Autumn Writer © Copyright 2008, 2010 Chapter 4: Winter My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Solomon 2:10-11 November 1993 Martha and Hal sat in their family room late in the afternoon on the Saturday before Thanksgiving. They didn't go in for long conversations in those days, but that was okay. They liked to be...
