My love for my garden.

A poem based on words of fresh air, green grass, and blue skies.

Why carry baggages of the past, when you can move ahead? Our life is temporarily leased–share something and live life with joy, those sorrows and sufferings will come and go.

Poem to my ex-lover.

Sometimes you find yourself drafted to be in the middle of a dispute between two people. It isn’t a good place to find yourself in. Each party wants you to take sides.

Poem about how some things stay the same but time keeps moving.

Animals coming out of hibernation
this was written when I was nine years of age in april 24,1974.