Day after day, night after night, time is passing away. Do well to give your best in this present time. Utilize this time wisely and get the optimum out of the time you have now! Redeem the time because day after day, time is passing away.

It’s a long poem, but I had so much to say.

June is the sixth month of the year. June is in the Middle of the year. June is also the first name of a girl.

I was wakened by mom talking about dad. Dad was a cancer patient who nearing his death talked about birds. The bird is what lead dad to heaven.

Sometimes something has to die in order for other things to thrive…

There are people who surprise others with the gifts they offer or receive. One of the gifts is a about a story during Father’s Day. On this particular day, which is Father’s Day there are the most calls made and guess to who?(of course to your father).

As Mother’s Day nears.

The revelation of being in love is a beautiful thing especially when the feelings are shared by the significant other.

Poem. No idea what it means, I only wrote it.

A magical night in June.