Collage #15

Riding on a train and a pink Jeep with Ma

Sleeping on Daddy’s shoulders and kissing Da

Bathing with cousins and going swimming

These are a few of my favorite things

Playing in the park and hanging on a bar

Wearing only pants did not go very far

Playing hide-and-seek under the beddings

These are a few of my favorite things

Charming almost everyone with my big smile

Hugging a goblin because I am not shy

Drinking from my own cup of sipping

These are a few of my favorite things

Going to concerts and riding a white horse

Reading to my Bébé many books of course

Hanging out with friends and Batman  posing

These are a few of my favorite things

When I’m angry

When Princess frowns

When I’m feeling sad

I simply run to Mommy and hold her tight

And then I don’t feel so bad 

Magical

It’s a magical world of rides

At an enchanted site

Where princesses reside

And pirates inspire

Spirits and soaring ghosts

Danced the night away

Fairytales and myths

Came alive in plays

Teacups and horses

Ran in circles round

Flying carpets rose

Up high and about

Water slides and pools

Made us oh so cool

Lazed on the rivers

Jumped in the big waves

Drove the Speedway cars

Caught a movie star

What fun that we had

Sharing the laughter

Squeezing in together

Living the moments

Forgetting caution

Music kept us smile

Tapping to the beats

Learning of old times

When dinosaurs ran wild

Dropping from a height

Thirteen-story high

Watching heroes fight

Victories in sight

Exploring dark caves

Walking rustic trails

Soaring in midair

Hurling to deep space

Visiting the wilds

Where lions and cheetahs lay

Giraffes stretched elephants fanned

Hippos rolled in the mud

White flamingos danced

Light shows and parades

Energized the place

Scary excursions

Aroused screams and cries

Fireworks filled the sky

We were on cloud nine

Eating like a king

Sleeping like a babe

Wondrous days we spent

Memories we hold fast

Collage #14

Summer is much fun

Playing in the sand

Picking up pebbles

Being tossed up high

Learning a new skill

Swimming like a fish

Jumping off the deck

Into papa’s arms

Being held so tight

Wrapped in a warm blankie

Having fun with Kai

Taking dragon out

On an adventure

Smiling with the charm

No one can resist

Least of all mama

Sitting on a float

Sleeping like a babe

Exploring the world

Hiding in my bed

Eating healthy food

Flirting with the girls

Kissing my li’l doll

Can life get better?

I sure do hope so

Possibilities are endless

Summer has only just begun

My Lucky Star

There’s no more band-aid under my eye

And the pain has been gone for quite a while.

But I still wear my hair over my face

To hide the dark spots that stubbornly stay.

I can think of this as a tragedy –

Woe from a God that does not like me.

What with other pains at this time of rue –

A swell on my foot and a hamstring that is strained.

I missed some matches of a game I love to play

While my love’s been in Mars and in Venus I stayed.

I choose not to dwell on anger and despair,

But thank my lucky star for the God who cares.

I fell off my bicycle on an empty road side,

Skidded on the gravel and my helmet served me fine.

I suffered no damages besides bruised and scraped skin.

My God smiled on me and protected me well.

The darkened spots are a small price to pay

To have no broken bones and no hospital stay.

I count my blessings each day that I live,

For life is good even when curved balls came.

One Hundred Days

It is almost one hundred days

Since you’ve gone to your place of peace,

The promising place where you were to rest

From all the earthly sorrow and pain.

Did you find the peace you sought,

Are you free from heartache and woe,

Do you have any regrets,

What words of wisdom would you name?

I’ve never stopped thinking of you

And the love you had given me.

I often relive the old memories

Of times together we spent on our earthly trip.

There are moments when I feel your presence

Like when my poinsettias bloomed red,

Or the time my bicycle failed me

The helmet cracked and my bones stayed intact.

When I have muscle cramps after a game,

I imagine you tell me to drink up.

You are the angel who watches

Over me as I journey on my earthly stay.

Today you are remembered

By the people who love you the best.

Your family and close friends gather

In Irvine the city that holds your address.

As I sit here in Virginia,

All alone on my reading sofa,

My thoughts go to California;

Though not in person, I am there in spirit.

I wonder what dreams are made of,

For I wish the last one hundred days were but one.

When I wake up tomorrow,

This poem had not been written – not a single stanza.

An Angel Had Watched

I hide my face behind my hair,

Like Violet Parr –

Except when the wind makes it fly.

I put foundation on my nose and

Above my upper lip and,

A bandage under my eye;

And feel the rawness of my wounds.

My muscles ache,

My knees and elbow pain.

I cringed watching Ben Stiller

Going downhill on a road in Iceland 

On the skateboard – fast.

I will my flashback away,

And remind myself

I am safe –

An angel had watched over me.

Collage #13

Mama thinks I’m cute

Dada thinks she’s right

I’m a happy guy

There’s nothing to cry

I love to run about

To explore the world around

Everything brings new wonders

From walking sticks to waterspouts

I’m never a trouble

Except when things go wobbled

As when I’m held tight

When the urge to run is high

Or when I want more

Of what only mama can provide

But she must take a while

Before I can be satisfied

Oh the games that I play

Could be fierce or mild

I love making dragon roars

And hearing the cats score 

Grandma Bà loves me so

So does Grandpa Ông

They have to fly an airplane

From a faraway land

To watch me in play

And adore me in sleep

An angel I do make

Till I wake again