A poem that I wrote in remembrance of a day that taught me a lot about life.

The year is dead, qualified to be called old. Gone forever is 2011 passing on to 2012. A year of great expectations. Happy and Successful new year to all!

In the area of ​​Kill Devil Hills, four miles south of Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, USA, this plane, flying four times on December 17, 1903.

Winter has started. It is cold enough outside to wear a warm coat. The streets are wet with rain, which is going to become rain.

Tomorrow, 21st December, is the shortest day, the winter solstice.

Buying for Christmas on a credit card.

Perhaps Lord will forgive one on breaking fresh,new heart and for
breaking already broken heart He will never forgive.
This is my December and me alone again.

Today is a bright day. It looks like the sun is coming out to let the landscape designers do some work. That is how we will be more conscious of our bodies and this be a cause to advocate for with regards to Human Rights Day.

Soon it will be Winter. There is one more month and it is Winter. The final count down to Winter has started today.

All too soon, Dear September is here after eight long months of wait. Letter to my September, You are most welcome, leading the ‘ber’ delegation of months.