Counting Birds

Counting Birds It’s that time of the year again. Flock of little birds swing in electric ropes. Their sweet chirps signal morning’s hope. My eyes are wet again, whenever I see them. How time flies. My little girl, my first angel, learned numbers when she was barely two by counting those little singers. One… two… become sixteen… to… Continue reading Counting Birds

Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Giggling Innocence: A San San* Your sweet giggling innocence screams, awakes asleep mem'ry. Mind's screaming silence now ends as I hear soothing cadence, your voice soothes chained spirit free. Screaming silence now giggles, your giggling innocence sends soothing cadence that tickles. --- ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Danielle MacInnes In response to… Continue reading Giggling Innocence: A San San*

Heart’s Voice*

Let your words say nothing but thanks. Let your heart beats nothing but love. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Mayur Gala In response to Daily Post: Voice *My heart is currently badly broken by the death of Courageous Caitie. She is a 3-year old Filipina who has been diagnosed with a very rare… Continue reading Heart’s Voice*

Nanay

Seven unanswered calls. Why? This is unusual. Nanay (mother) never failed to answer my calls. Never. My heartbeat's now racing, my mind's now aching. Monday has always been an extra hard day for me. With reports to submit, articles to read, I am totally drained. With thumping heart and tired mind I dialed Nanay's number… Continue reading Nanay