Once I was unsure of myself. Once I didn’t feel I belonged
anywhere. Once I was lonely and craved friendship. Once I cried often. Once I
was lost in a big world. You have something to do with what I am and how I feel,
and with my outlook and passion. At times I feel lonely, but I’ve known love.
At times I feel inadequate, but I have a quiet confidence that I am okay. At
times I cry, but I know tomorrow will be another day. And then there are times
I inspire others. Life is good – and powerful.
Welcome to The Rocking Chair Corner. It serves as a kind of diary for me, an incomplete depository of pieces of my life, my thoughts, my joys, my sorrows. Sometimes I include pictures so that I don’t have to search for words. Once in a great while, I attempt to put into English feelings others expressed in their non-English writings, or into my language feelings others expressed in English. Join me in a circle of rocking chairs. Kick off your shoes, sip your wine or tea, relax, and enjoy.
Thursday, September 29, 2016
Friday, September 23, 2016
Collage 33
On the raft
we jetted
Over the
water blue
We were
secure in life vests
Lest the
waves flip our boat
We went out
into the open
With Mom and
Dad and friends
Letting our
hair fly in the current
And our
faces covered in mist
That’s what we
do in warm weather
Having fun
with water and sun
That may be
the highlight of the season
But we also
love to run
On the
soccer field we score
On the rocking
wall we climb
In the
swimming pool we splash
In the green
tractors we ride
At the park
we do pull-ups
At the zoo
we feed the goats
Under the
water sprays we play
Over our
heads the sky is blue
In each
other’s arms we embrace
We have
reasons to enjoy each day
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
Love
Life is a
journey
Sprinkled
with love
Some falls
softly
Some endures
Some gently
caresses
Some touches
deeply
Some lingers
Some brushes
by
Some gives a
smile
Some inspires
Some breaks
a heart
Some mends a
soul
If you leave
the journey
I’ll keep
your love
Pure and
simple
Love pulls
me close
To inner
peace
I miss you
so
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
This Morning's Commute
I sat at a window seat on the metro. It was still dark
outside. I looked out at buildings, lit from the inside, and cars on the street,
with their lights on. I wondered how many people were still in bed. The passing
sight should be more familiar to me than it really was. I rarely looked up from
my reading material. I admonished myself for not knowing it better. At East
Falls Church, I put away my magazine and closed my eyes, but I did not go to
sleep. I would get off before the end of the line.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Collage 32
It was treat
When Ông
came to town
He showered
us
With love
and hugs
Drakeson and
I
Did not mind
it
I even posed
For a
picture
While Ông
held me
Was it just
once?
No matter
He must have
missed us
When he had
to leave
But he said
Florida was too hot
In late July
So he didn’t
come
With us to
Disney
It was my
first time there
And I loved
it
As long as
Mama
Was always
nearby
Or at least
Dada
Was there
for me
Bà and cô
Liên came
But I wasn’t
ready
To abandon
Mama
So I cried
If someone
else held me
Unless I
knew
Mama was out
of sight
Now that
we’re back home
Cô Liên has
left
Ông and Bà
are not here
I kind of
miss them
I bet
Drakeson does
Too
I know
they’ll come
To play with
us
And watch us
grow
Mickey can
wait
Until next
year
But Bà and
Ông
Won’t take
that long
To be
together
With us
Again
This year
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Disney Trip 2016
The third annual Orlando trip
had a sweet surprise
Liên came and spent some time
Exploring what there might be
to find
Together with the gang of
five
We surely had fun together
Running from one park to
another
Enjoying the myriad things they
had to offer
It was magic that we were
after
Disney did not fail to
deliver
Thrills and wonders - to our
delight
We shared our utmost
enthusiasm
For Twilight Zone Tower of
Terror
Expedition Everest was not
far behind
On the list of our favorite
things to ride
Besides the more pleasant
ones for the little guys
Like meeting with Ariel and
posing with Mickey
Or trying to catch the 3D
characters of movies
Like following the pirates
into their covers
Or going on the trail of
beasts of the wild
Like riding the colorful horses
of the carousel
Or being wide-eyed watching
fires explode in the sky
Like cheering for Pete’s
Dragon of the Electrical Parade
Or being amazed at the mighty
birds’ speed and grace
Like gently rolling on the
tram tour of Tomorrowland
Or becoming the Lion King
Festival’s honored fans
Like visiting dancing ghosts
in their Haunted Mansion
Or brushing the hair of the
goats at the Affection Section
Like sliding down the water
chutes and lazing on a float
Or enjoying the IllumiNations’
Reflections of Earth show
Like swimming under the waves
at the Typhoon Lagoon
Or flying on a pirate ship
over the land of Peter Pan
Like frolicking with cousins
on the Epcot ground
Or watching the fishes swim
and the hippo lying down
Like journeying into
Imagination with Figment
Or flowing down Kali River
Rapids - The fun had already begun
We went away with pictures to
share
With stories to tell and memories
to keep
We will come back when a year
has passed
And the magic will touch us just
as it has in times past
Friday, July 1, 2016
Collage 31
Summer’s fun
Has just begun
At Castle Grayskull
Yet it has brought
Double the fun
For Lana is here
She’s mobile
She’s growing
And I’ve learned new skills
There are things
I can do
And she can, too
Like sharing
An ice cream cone
We’d want amaretto cheesecake, if you please
Like quenching our thirst
With cool fresh water
From a fountain
Like sitting
Totally unassisted
On the floor
Like flashing
A winning smile
Especially for the camera
Like getting
All wet in the pool
Sporting cute swim caps
Like crawling and scooting
On all fours
Though I gave that up long ago
But there are things
Only big boys can do
And she’ll have to
Wait a while longer
Before she can
Catch up to me
Like riding a bicycle
Without training wheels
On the hot asphalt
Like kicking a soccer ball
Into the net
Scoring a goal
Like solving a 63-piece puzzle
Or even 100-piece ones
Without help
Like having hair
Long enough
For a braid or a ponytail
Like riding with my cousin
On a toy vehicle
In Katy, Texas
Like cavorting
With my friends
Sometimes kissing them, too
Like sitting on
The green rocking chair
Reading a book, by myself
Like not needing to be carried
When going places
Such as Finding Dory
Like swimming
The whole length of the pool
And diving under the water, too
There are things
We won’t outgrow
For many summers to come
Like being held
And cuddled
By Dad and Mom
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