Bless You
How can I thank you for
All the ways you care for me?
Praise you for being my role model, and
Pray for you every day, because
You deserve all the joy in the world!
Bless you for being so wonderful!
I wish you all the best in the world:
Respect for all the hard work you do,
Time to enjoy all the things you love,
Happiness every day of your life, and
Days full of laughter and sunshine.
Always be the amazing person you are, and
Your family will always love and appreciate you!
May you always be blessed with
Only the brightest, most wonderful days!
Mom, Happy Birthday! I love you!
My Colorful Garden
Red roses spread their petals
As they softly bloom at dawn.
The orange daffodils
Brighten up the well-kept lawn.
The yellow daisies smile
At the golden morning sun
From the green grass where they blossomed
In the midst of summer fun.
The blue forget-me-nots
Shine like stars amid the trees,
While the lavenders and violets
Spread sweet scents along the breeze.
Pink orchids grace the days
With their beauty like a kiss,
And white lilies bless the evenings
With a charm of peace and bliss.
So step into my garden
Full of yellows, reds and blues,
Where the colors of the flowers
Paint a rainbow just for you.
Patriot Day
New York, September 2001.
Every American’s life changed forever when those
Violent attacks began and the towers came down.
Eleven years old at the time, I watched the news in school, and
Recall that day now as if it were yesterday.
Fourteen years have passed since the twin towers fell, and we
Only grow stronger in our love for our country.
Remember the day, fellow Americans.
Give a moment of silence for the lives lost on the
Eleventh of September 2001, when the
Tragedy in New York shook the world.
A peaceful September 11 to all my fellow Americans. May we never forget the tragedy of the 9-11 attacks against our nation. A blessed weekend to you all!
The Science of Life
Beautiful Earth full of life,
I love to study your ecosystems, from your
Oceans teeming with fascinating creatures to your
Landscapes rich with lush vegetation.
Only your beautiful nature, rich with
Greens and blues, can pique such curiosity in me.
Your living world is my science, my knowledge, my life!
Beautiful Brown Eyes
As I lay back on the bed
And you lay over me,
I look up at your face
Smiling down at me,
And I think to myself,
He has such beautiful eyes.
Dark brown eyes,
So warm and inviting.
When they look into mine,
I can see the love in them,
The kindness,
The humility,
The passion.
And when I look back into them,
I feel at peace.
Those eyes say so much
Even when his lips
Don’t say a word.
They tell me such sweet things:
I adore you,
I want you,
I need you,
I love you.
And they always perfectly match
The feelings in my heart.
I know those eyes
Belong to a man
Who cares for me,
Who respects me,
Who treats me well and
Who loves me
With all his heart.
And I know that when I’m with him,
I am home.
All this takes but a second
To cross my mind,
But that one second
Is more than enough.
I smile back up at you,
Pull you close,
And kiss your lips,
Elated to know that
Only I will ever see
The true depth of the love
In your beautiful brown eyes.
Happy Birthday to my adoring boyfriend! Thank you for filling my days with so much happiness and love! I love you, sweetheart!
Rescue
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
Sharon was the first to spot him in the water.
No one else noticed the little boy was drowning.
But the lifeguard had him out in seconds.
She gave him CPR on the beach.
The crowd watched with bated breath…
Then the boy’s mother cried.
His chest was moving.
The people cheered.
Sharon smiled.
This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
Science
Study books and papers every day.
Constantly seek original ideas and approaches.
Innovate your methods in practice and
Experiment until you get results.
New theories are always emerging, so
Contribute all you can to the knowledge of humanity.
Endless discoveries are waiting to made!
Ramblings of a Grad Student
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
Having gotten through college without a problem, I honestly thought getting a Master’s degree would be simple, but I didn’t realize it would be a whole different experience right from the beginning, from talking to your professors for hours to come up with a great idea for a project, to having to write a standout résumé and totally kill it in the interview, and then sitting through the requisite amount of discipline hours for a whole semester before actually getting started on the project, only to realize halfway through the program that your methods were never feasible for a two-year project to begin with, so you spend another several hours discussing it with your advisors until the project has changed completely, meaning you have to start almost from scratch with only one year left to get everything done on time, so you rush through your lab work in what turns out to be a lesson on why you should never rush through lab work that sets you back another month, but you stay optimistic in the knowledge that it’s all a learning experience and now you know what not to do, so you press on through one obstacle after the other – difficult field work, delayed lab material deliveries, failed DNA amplifications – until you finally have enough results to begin last-minute data analyses, all the while reading up-to-the-minute papers that risk changing the entire course of the thesis you’ve been writing and rewriting for the past few months, and just as you’re about to give up the last shred of hope that you’ll be able to meet the final deadline, you reach deep down inside and find that final burst of determination, and before you know it, your thesis is complete, your project has been successfully presented and defended, your paper is in preparation for submission, and all your hard work has earned you a Master’s degree, and you’re so proud of yourself that you forget all the stress you endured to make it here and focus solely on the glory of success… until you decide to pursue a Ph.D and the whole journey starts all over again.
This story is based on What If? Exercise 90: “The Journey of the Long Sentence”. The exercise is to write a short short story that’s only one sentence long. The objective is to understand how we can shape our writing in a similar manner that our minds function, building a linear order for observations that often consist of many overlapping aspects. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
Proposal
(What If? Exercise: Read the description here.)
He had been planning this moment for two months now.
Nervously, he gazed at the love of his life.
I love you more than anything, he whispered.
This was it: the moment of truth.
He got down on one knee.
Then he produced the ring.
Will you marry me?
He waited, terrified…
She smiled.
This piece is based on What If? Exercise 93: “Ten to One”. The exercise is to write a 55-word story in which the first sentence has ten words, the second has nine, etc., until the last sentence has only one word. The objective is to show that precision and thrift in writing can produce surprisingly powerful results. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
Midnight at the Ball
I knew it was love.
When we danced, the world stood still.
Then the clock chimed once.
Suddenly she froze.
Timidly, I took her hand
As the clock chimed twice.
Just one kiss, I wished.
At the third chime, I leaned in…
But she turned and fled.
Four chimes in, I paused.
That was when I realized,
I don’t know her name.
Terror seized my heart.
No, I cannot lose her now.
Five chimes in, I ran.
Chasing after her,
I could hear the sixth chime ring.
Please come back, I begged.
At the seventh chime,
All I found upon the stairs
Was her glass slipper.
As the eighth chime rang,
I looked down and saw her there,
Running through the doors.
Glass slipper in hand,
I followed her down the path
To the clock’s ninth chime.
I stopped at the gate.
The tenth chime sent her carriage
Out into the night.
Eleven chimes in.
Desperately I called to her.
Just once, she looked back.
Midnight, she was gone.
Lovesick and alone I stood
As the clock struck twelve.
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