Wrote thinking about my older Brother.

2006.

This story was written with tears in my eyes as memories, even some forgotten it seemed, poured from inside. Grandpa’s farm and vacationing with my brother there gave happiness to my childhood that otherwise seems blurred, if not gone. I had been on Facebook a while when I had an invitation to play FarmVille. What great fun and now I can play a game where I can pretend to play on my Grandpa’s farm once again!

The key is to determine who was standing his ground and defending himself: the boy with the candy or the man with the gun. Who was winning the fight is a secondary question.

This is a poem praising a relation of a brother who is a first mail friend of a sister.

Despite of whatever he’s going through, he’s always there for me to help me through.

Always be prepared for the unpredictable situations or conditions, both physically and mentally, for we will never know whatever things might going to happen.

Now on the count of three, smile…

I recently wrote this poem about sitting in the hospital with my brother when he had brain cancer. It sort of happened in a stream-of-consciousness moment, and I kept it just the way it was. I didn’t know it was going to wrap back around to the final lines of my best poem, written years ago, "Impending Spring." I’m glad I finally wrote this.

This is a small excerpt from my book, The Adventures of Chasing Rainbows.