We say things all the time without thinking a kind of autormatic pilot response and the above poem is about this.

The story of Cosette, and how much she brought to her village by just listening.

This is a poem I wrote when my baby turned eighteen.

An introductory speech for the subject Leadership and Organizational Change at Polytechnic University of the Philippines.

The third Sunday in the month of June is observed as Father’s Day the world over. Children are expected to wish their father a happy life and thank the father for all what he had done of his offspring.

A very Happy Birthday to all the worlds’ Cancer born folks, those born on 21st June and till 30 days thereafter.

A lady, a graceful mother, a doting grandmother,my respects for her.

I don’t know why they say “Goodbye.” I say “Hello”.

Wishes.

Greeting cards.