<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280</id><updated>2024-09-12T04:50:23.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reading Room of the Poetic Bookworm</title><subtitle type='html'>Share my thoughts through my poems. These were written at a time in my life when changes were happening too fast. Children growing up and leaving home and I had to contend with these changes through the written word</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-8813328170159730395</id><published>2008-10-02T03:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T03:14:14.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Fairies</title><content type='html'>(&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;A collaboration of a few Ipoh Talk forum members)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dainty fairies on the water sit&lt;br /&gt;Their snow white wings by the sunlight lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the left fairy to the right&lt;br /&gt;We’ll both be sunburned by tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure the tan will fade by and by&lt;br /&gt;The fairy replied with a little sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though beautiful rhymes the three have made&lt;br /&gt;Alas ! we know the tan won’t fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s often said that beauty is only skin deep&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless the two fairies’ good looks are for keeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys for your kind words and thoughts&lt;br /&gt;But sun-burnt fairy wings will surely rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wings clipped ! Heaven forbid !&lt;br /&gt;Wingless fairies are useless to kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Liz the fairies cried, it can’t be so&lt;br /&gt;We still need to flit to and fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends let’s pray for rain&lt;br /&gt;To ease the poor little fairies’ pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showers of blessings will come forth from above&lt;br /&gt;To rejuvenate your earthly petals with all it&#39;s love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O thank you dear Ken for your prayers so sweet&lt;br /&gt;For the showers of blessings to cool down the heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! My friends the showers of blessings couldn&#39;t save&lt;br /&gt;The poor little fairies that started this rave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two stars they&#39;ve become in the dark night sky&lt;br /&gt;Shining on us from the &quot;sweet by and by&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8813328170159730395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/8813328170159730395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/8813328170159730395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/8813328170159730395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/10/tale-of-two-fairies.html' title='A Tale of Two Fairies'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-1998216640569188547</id><published>2008-09-26T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:33:24.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Element of Love</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how we fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;Have we been paired  by  the stars up above&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that falling in love  could be&lt;br /&gt;Divine Intervention for you and for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  these feelings are dispensed from Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;How were we matched ?  Odd and even ?&lt;br /&gt;How will we know when we are in love?&lt;br /&gt;Will we hear music and bells from above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the person you’ve brushed aside&lt;br /&gt;Will be the one to make you his bride&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the dashing person you hoped to attract&lt;br /&gt;Will turn out a dull bore and just a gas-bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In physics we learn that ‘opposites attract’&lt;br /&gt;Could we be matched, just like magnets?&lt;br /&gt;Little is known of this thing called ‘love’&lt;br /&gt;Has this  been destined from up above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will you know when love comes to you&lt;br /&gt;Love is  as old as time and is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;So prepare for it by making ties that bind&lt;br /&gt;And be more open  and alert as  love can be blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing called love intrigues  me too&lt;br /&gt;It makes no distinction between the rich or the poor&lt;br /&gt;When you  find it, be sure to treasure it close&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in your  heart, ne’er to dispose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take heart my friends for love can be found&lt;br /&gt;In oddest places and it’s all around&lt;br /&gt;Open your hearts and let love in&lt;br /&gt;Some loving heart, you’re sure to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1998216640569188547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/1998216640569188547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/1998216640569188547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/1998216640569188547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/element-of-love.html' title='The Element of Love'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-5801724532343681181</id><published>2008-09-26T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:59:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There&#39;s Always Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtngp49FaFcnTGFhptC0paB6J3SXyhdJ4ce7lO5B9wrMHPKjSI8WkiJIeNSPXLrpalkzYnHN1iAQpDZXR717bqvOBZeIEcfxHaCWDnkhRPLVGvDHrN6P_TWubP969iejKacXqJhAPZoP0/s1600-h/Sunset+in+my+beloved+home+in+cempaka.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtngp49FaFcnTGFhptC0paB6J3SXyhdJ4ce7lO5B9wrMHPKjSI8WkiJIeNSPXLrpalkzYnHN1iAQpDZXR717bqvOBZeIEcfxHaCWDnkhRPLVGvDHrN6P_TWubP969iejKacXqJhAPZoP0/s320/Sunset+in+my+beloved+home+in+cempaka.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250329082311009650&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is heavy and your thoughts are dark&lt;br /&gt;Call up a friend or take a walk in the park !&lt;br /&gt;Are tears enough to lighten a heart laden with pain&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness preceeds depression like thunder before rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today the tears flowed and you knew not why&lt;br /&gt;Will more love and concern keep your eyes dry ?&lt;br /&gt;But the ache from deep within was dark and dense&lt;br /&gt;Cry your heart out, cry without pretence !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand at the door and knock but no answer comes&lt;br /&gt;The door to happiness seems shut, where can you run ?&lt;br /&gt;Take heart and remember God’s love for you&lt;br /&gt;He’ll lead you through the darkness and let the sun shine through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around you and evidence is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;That you’re in safe hands and God still cares&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines and the flowers still bloom&lt;br /&gt;God’s love for you will pierce the gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5801724532343681181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/5801724532343681181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5801724532343681181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5801724532343681181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-always-light.html' title='There&#39;s Always Light'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" 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meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it was by chance that we have met&lt;br /&gt;I think it was destiny’s game and we won the set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past year, we’ve shared our joys and tears&lt;br /&gt;A kindred spirit you’ve proven to be a friend so dear&lt;br /&gt;I’ll pray our friendship remains fresh and warm&lt;br /&gt;And survive even the wildest storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re an angel, in more ways than one&lt;br /&gt;Your care for others is second to none&lt;br /&gt;So dear Manjit, stay just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Always helping people near and far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3089928073052531831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/3089928073052531831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3089928073052531831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3089928073052531831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-soul.html' title='A Sweet Soul .....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-2374148414621267318</id><published>2008-09-23T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:16:03.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>A friend in need is a friend indeed&lt;br /&gt;I know the saying’s true that’s why I weed&lt;br /&gt;So-called friends from the garden of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But three good friends remain never to depart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us now differentiate acquaintances from friends&lt;br /&gt;With good friends faithfulness won’t bend&lt;br /&gt;In good times and in bad their support remain&lt;br /&gt;Gossip and slander of you their lips refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me now tell you one by one&lt;br /&gt;How our friendships blossomed, how they began&lt;br /&gt;Celina’s friendship I’ll always treasure&lt;br /&gt;None other friendship can this one measure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve known each other since our school days&lt;br /&gt;We’re alike in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;This friendship is steadfast and true&lt;br /&gt;We’re so alike in whatever we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve shared each others joys and pains&lt;br /&gt;We’ve consoled each other come sun or rain&lt;br /&gt;Many will envy a friendship like ours&lt;br /&gt;Our care for each other will never pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judy is another friend who is a gem&lt;br /&gt;She’s someone whom I can depend&lt;br /&gt;When help is needed, she’ll readily oblige&lt;br /&gt;In bad times her consolation she’ll provide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew each other a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;But now our friendship has deepened more&lt;br /&gt;To a point of sharing our inner most thoughts&lt;br /&gt;This kind of friendship can never be bought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s Vijaya who is so dear&lt;br /&gt;We can reminisce memories, joys and fears&lt;br /&gt;We became friends through Victor and Joe&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship has survived the highs and the lows    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although there was a time we weren’t in touch&lt;br /&gt;But past memories can mean so much&lt;br /&gt;You never want to lose a friendship like this&lt;br /&gt;So we’ll always keep friendship safe in our midst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three friends I know for sure&lt;br /&gt;Will share with me the joys and the tears&lt;br /&gt;So dear friends to you I say&lt;br /&gt;May the Lord bless our friendship day after day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2374148414621267318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/2374148414621267318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/2374148414621267318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/2374148414621267318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-5425969120134389732</id><published>2008-09-23T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T05:00:16.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations in my Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;(My imagination of what goes on in my little garden patch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to you Daisy and to you too Marigold&lt;br /&gt;Did you see the little hole that houses Mr. Mole?&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn’t Impatiens as I was fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;But Lily noticed Mr. Snail, into the hole he peeped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is Busy Lizzie, has she opened yet?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Marigold she has, that’s why her petals wet&lt;br /&gt;But they should be dry as it surely didn’t rain&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was from the leaves of Mr. Sugar Cane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Miss Rose have you perfumed the garden ?&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and bees go gather the pollen&lt;br /&gt;Will the little gnomes be able to find&lt;br /&gt;Their tiny toadstools as they’re covered with vine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dragonflies will have to carry the ants&lt;br /&gt;For their short little journey to the end of the fence&lt;br /&gt;Will you grasshopper stop chomping on buds&lt;br /&gt;And help the poor worms get out of the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Mr. Frog with your hind legs so strong&lt;br /&gt;Can you lift up the worms to where they belong&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Jasmine with your flowers so fair&lt;br /&gt;Could you help Rose and work as a pair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way a pretty garden ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Plants and insects together in perfect harmony&lt;br /&gt;When evening shadows fall, the garden patch is still&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Cricket emerges out of his lonely little hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5425969120134389732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/5425969120134389732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5425969120134389732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5425969120134389732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/conversations-in-my-garden-my-imagation.html' title='Conversations in my Garden'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-6928585552530425239</id><published>2008-09-23T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:45:52.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeds of Love</title><content type='html'>Sow seeds of love and watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis true what they say that you reap what you sow&lt;br /&gt;For I’ve seen the tiny seeds grow and mature&lt;br /&gt;Rooted deep in my sons’ hearts to grow more I’m sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud that Don and Jay now know how to care&lt;br /&gt;To sympathize and offer a hand for people in despair&lt;br /&gt;‘Tis not what job they hold or how much they earn&lt;br /&gt;I’m proudest of them how they show their concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my sons, nurture with love that special seed&lt;br /&gt;Be someone’s angel in their hour of need&lt;br /&gt;Give willingly your help and your love&lt;br /&gt;God will bestow blessings from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6928585552530425239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/6928585552530425239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6928585552530425239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6928585552530425239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/seeds-of-love.html' title='Seeds of Love'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-8371086549100881266</id><published>2008-09-23T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:41:01.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes  to my niece Stell</title><content type='html'>In my eyes, you’re still the little girl&lt;br /&gt;Who loved to sing and loved to do the twirl&lt;br /&gt;How I used to read you stories in funny little ways&lt;br /&gt;How you used to play with Don in those carefree happy days&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’ve all grown and life’s so different now&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but you’ll get through somehow&lt;br /&gt;So as you go on life’s journey, just let God lead your way&lt;br /&gt;Though the path gets rough at times, He’s at your side to stay&lt;br /&gt;‘Coz when the storm is over, the rainbow will appear&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to you that God is always near !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love from Aunty Girlie&lt;br /&gt;May 11, 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~liz sammy-chin ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/8371086549100881266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/8371086549100881266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/8371086549100881266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/8371086549100881266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-wishes-to-my-niece-stell.html' title='Birthday Wishes  to my niece Stell'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-2377721497323560276</id><published>2008-09-23T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:33:28.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to my dear Dad</title><content type='html'>You passed on when I wasn&#39;t even four&lt;br /&gt;Wished I was older ‘coz then I would have known more&lt;br /&gt;The things about you  to tell my own sons,&lt;br /&gt;But we didn’t even know each other;  we didn’t even have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But over the years, I’ve heard stories of you&lt;br /&gt;Told by my elders but sometimes their tales needed review&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my brother George your life story he put straight&lt;br /&gt;So now the good man that you were is not open to debate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worked so hard and didn’t even get to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;The fruits of your labour;  to see your children get employed&lt;br /&gt;But worry not dear dad for we have all done well&lt;br /&gt;It’s thanks to you and mom that we have all excelled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard you’re a dignified and quiet man&lt;br /&gt;For people with problems a helping hand you’d extend&lt;br /&gt;I’m so proud to know my dad was a kind and generous soul&lt;br /&gt;And I count myself  lucky to be part of your enormous fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now,  your grandchildren would like to know you more&lt;br /&gt;So to my elders I’ll go for your stories to explore&lt;br /&gt;Though short your life, the good you’ve done remain&lt;br /&gt;How I wished I had shared your joys, your sorrows and your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk you were not as some elders have us believe&lt;br /&gt;Social drinking after a hard day’s work as a way of relief&lt;br /&gt;The true story is that you were a loving husband and dad&lt;br /&gt;Who would have given mom and us everything that you had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord must have had a reason for taking you away&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was time for you to rest and our time to repay&lt;br /&gt;Our turn to look after mom and to help each other through&lt;br /&gt;So that we’ll always be united in whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/2377721497323560276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/2377721497323560276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/2377721497323560276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;~Liz Sammy-chin ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7216250783829514014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/7216250783829514014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7216250783829514014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7216250783829514014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/candle-in-dark.html' title='A Candle in the Dark'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-3745662227637351177</id><published>2008-09-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:53:08.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Judy&#39;s Garden....for my friends Judy and Bian Aun</title><content type='html'>In a vast spacious compound Judy’s garden stands&lt;br /&gt;With huge caladium fronds, spreading out like fans&lt;br /&gt;When you enter her home, you’ll be greeted by “kois” &lt;br /&gt;O what grace, what beauty!  To behold them was joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotus and  water lilies by this serene pond grows&lt;br /&gt;A point of conversation and visitors to show&lt;br /&gt;Dainty multi coloured hues are the flowers they bear&lt;br /&gt;On their lily pads sit, little frogs without care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the back of this spreading compound&lt;br /&gt;“Neath the huge casuarina, little birds can be found&lt;br /&gt;pecking  on the seeds that the old  palm trees bear&lt;br /&gt;O Birds spare some to grow for that’s only fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another family of fish lives in the big back pond&lt;br /&gt;Lending them shade are the huge coconut fronds&lt;br /&gt;A plant of grace and fragrance is the magnolia plant&lt;br /&gt;Thriving on  little rain and the rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees of varied species all have a home in this place&lt;br /&gt;For to leave  this space idle, would be a great waste&lt;br /&gt;So an orchid garden to the left have been built&lt;br /&gt;And some greening’s been done so the flowers won’t wilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at this stage I think I might just add&lt;br /&gt;That Bian Aun’s the architect of this cosy pad&lt;br /&gt;Bird watching is a passion that they both share&lt;br /&gt;So their garden will be home to any birds of the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds and the dogs so freely they roam&lt;br /&gt;Ecologically balanced, they all feel at home&lt;br /&gt;So the insects and pests all know they are safe&lt;br /&gt;In Judy’s Garden they don’t really behave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3745662227637351177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/3745662227637351177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3745662227637351177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3745662227637351177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/judys-gardenfor-my-friends-judy-and.html' title='Judy&#39;s Garden....for my friends Judy and Bian Aun'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-4970867957692406405</id><published>2008-09-11T03:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T07:27:45.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvonne&#39;s Little Eden</title><content type='html'>In this Little Eden she enjoys her plants and  birds&lt;br /&gt;Just admiring her flowers, no need for words&lt;br /&gt;The rich flora and fauna all agree&lt;br /&gt;That they don’t mind housing the birds and the bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful wild ginger it’s colour lends&lt;br /&gt;It’s vibrant red blooms with the other plants blend&lt;br /&gt;‘Neath the ginger, a maidenhair fern grows&lt;br /&gt;Beside it, the bouganvillea its colour bestows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MacArthur’s palm standing elegant and tall&lt;br /&gt;Sharing its shade to plants big and small&lt;br /&gt;Coleous and begonias all healthily thrives&lt;br /&gt;Under the palm, from the sun they hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majestic ficus with its branches so strong&lt;br /&gt;Welcomes the birds where they nurture their young&lt;br /&gt;The ficus tree is the king of this patch&lt;br /&gt;It’s beautiful foliage that none can match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a little lot at the back of the land&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables grow, tended by Yvonne’s loving hands&lt;br /&gt;What peace and joy this garden radiates&lt;br /&gt;Serenity!  Ideal spot to meditate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her  little patio is where she entertains friends&lt;br /&gt;Her pretty little garden, a welcome message sends&lt;br /&gt;Birds and insects are not afraid to roam&lt;br /&gt;In Yvonne’s little eden they’ve found a home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4970867957692406405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/4970867957692406405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4970867957692406405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4970867957692406405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/yvonnes-little-eden.html' title='Yvonne&#39;s Little Eden'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-3135551939867789769</id><published>2008-09-11T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:50:14.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophia&#39;s Garden</title><content type='html'>Sophia’s house is next to mine&lt;br /&gt;And a better neighbour will be hard to find&lt;br /&gt;Her pretty garden is adjacent to my own&lt;br /&gt;And in it, pretty flowers and green foliage she has grown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grand old shady mango tree at the entrance stands&lt;br /&gt;And pots of orchids from its branches hang&lt;br /&gt;Caladium and impatiens ‘neath its shade grow&lt;br /&gt;And red ixoras bursting in colours in a neat little row&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left of the driveway, outside the fence&lt;br /&gt;Periwinkles and bouganvilleas showing off beauty without pretence&lt;br /&gt;While the slender exotic cannas join in the fun&lt;br /&gt;The pink impatiens sit soaking up the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anthurium, begonia and  a palm all share&lt;br /&gt;The shade of the roof and the cats laze there&lt;br /&gt;To the back of the garden, another mango tree stands&lt;br /&gt;Bearing juicy apple mangoes while its shade to the swing it lends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below this a mother-in-law’s tongue grows in a pot&lt;br /&gt;This is the ideal spot for it’s not so hot&lt;br /&gt;Some more orchids their beauty boasts&lt;br /&gt;And the birds love this area for no danger pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia’s garden shows her love for plants&lt;br /&gt;Where the birds and bees and the butterflies dance&lt;br /&gt;For in this garden they all feel free&lt;br /&gt;A safe haven for insects and they all agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3135551939867789769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/3135551939867789769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3135551939867789769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3135551939867789769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/sophias-garden.html' title='Sophia&#39;s Garden'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-3309721748904887824</id><published>2008-09-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:43:12.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kindred Spirit....a dedication to my friend Celina</title><content type='html'>From young girls to teens and motherhood&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship spanned through many years&lt;br /&gt;She’s been a kindred spirit since childhood&lt;br /&gt;She’s the one most remembered of all my peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our school days’ ended, we parted in ways&lt;br /&gt;Entering adulthood was a worrying time&lt;br /&gt;Not keeping in touch, there’s a price to pay&lt;br /&gt;No more meeting up for no reason or rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then for years we were friends at heart but not in sight&lt;br /&gt;We grew up, fell in love, got married and had a family&lt;br /&gt;Too busy at work and at home, no time even to write&lt;br /&gt;And so our friendship remained  a memory entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as fate would have it, we’re neighbours now&lt;br /&gt;No plans were made, contacts were lost for a long while&lt;br /&gt;It was destiny for us to be together again&lt;br /&gt;But she was always in thought though parted in miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though her name’s not mentioned I’m sure she will know&lt;br /&gt;For friends in the true form I find them rare&lt;br /&gt;That’s why in my heart, she fits the role&lt;br /&gt;So my dear friend, when you read this, know that I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3309721748904887824/comments/default' 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-160137486113508528</id><published>2008-09-06T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:48:17.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco, our dog angel</title><content type='html'>He entered our lives in April one year&lt;br /&gt;Cute and cuddly with his soft white fur&lt;br /&gt;We picked him out from a litter of pups&lt;br /&gt;For our two sweet boys to love and to hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our boys have grown and left home&lt;br /&gt;But our faithful dog our home he guards on&lt;br /&gt;Near the gate in the evening he’ll lay&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for Joe to return home each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen years of faithful service did he give&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts, he’ll always live&lt;br /&gt;Though we were heartbroken that fateful day&lt;br /&gt;We knew in our hearts that he couldn’t stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His spirit was willing, but the body was weak&lt;br /&gt;No replacement for him will we ever seek&lt;br /&gt;For a faithful friend can never be replaced&lt;br /&gt;From our minds, his memory will  never be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May our Lord bless our faithful friend&lt;br /&gt;And please, to dog heaven may he be sent&lt;br /&gt;And pray, a dog angel let him be&lt;br /&gt;Guarding our house still, though none can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/160137486113508528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/160137486113508528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/160137486113508528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/160137486113508528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/marco-our-dog-angel.html' title='Marco, our dog angel'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-4982479724673946677</id><published>2008-09-06T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:46:19.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Curiosity</title><content type='html'>My husband and I love to take rides&lt;br /&gt;And as houses we pass, I’ll always wonder&lt;br /&gt;What kind of people within them reside&lt;br /&gt;These simple thoughts in my mind I’ll ponder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they as happy as my husband and me&lt;br /&gt;And are there children who are romping around&lt;br /&gt;Or lonely old people with no one to see&lt;br /&gt;Is there contentment or can love be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O what a mystery these homes to me pose&lt;br /&gt;O how I wish that into their homes I could just peep&lt;br /&gt;My inquisitive mind just cannot dispose&lt;br /&gt;Must be my curiosity that just wouldn’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you feel the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered what people are like&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure many of you are just like me too&lt;br /&gt;So use your imagination when you go for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4982479724673946677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/4982479724673946677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4982479724673946677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4982479724673946677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-curiosity.html' title='My Curiosity'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-6328752225009562296</id><published>2008-09-06T01:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T01:41:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pretty Little Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try 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size though my garden may be&lt;br /&gt;It’s home to butterflies, birds and busy bees&lt;br /&gt;Nestled among my impatiens, lilies and marigolds&lt;br /&gt;Are toadstools, little houses and garden gnomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh buds open in my garden wet with dew&lt;br /&gt;Glistening in the morning light when the sun is new&lt;br /&gt;Dragonflies frolick away among my many blooms&lt;br /&gt;Fairies hide from the light in their tiny mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As night descends and all is still&lt;br /&gt;The crickets wake with their calls so shrill&lt;br /&gt;They join in the fairies with their dance and song&lt;br /&gt;Which makes flower buds open in the early morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my garden thrives from dawn to dusk&lt;br /&gt;And will be home to insects and garden pests&lt;br /&gt;Snails and caterpillars all have a home&lt;br /&gt;A little hacienda to call their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Liz Sammy-Chin ~</content><link rel='replies' 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past&lt;br /&gt;Of applause at concerts and exams too,  alas !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen was the favourite meeting place&lt;br /&gt;Of girls rushing for food and eating in haste&lt;br /&gt;We have to finish our meal before the bell goes&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll have to rush for assembly and line up in rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our own little square that was our assembly ground&lt;br /&gt;Long concrete seats  were built all around&lt;br /&gt;Tall angsana trees their shade they lend&lt;br /&gt;Where the girls congregated and met up with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning we parked our bicycles in the bicycle shed&lt;br /&gt;Next to it stood a beautiful tree whose fruit was like bread&lt;br /&gt;Before school began to chapel we’d go&lt;br /&gt;Where pews were arranged in neat little rows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers were said at assembly each day&lt;br /&gt;And Rev. Mother would have her own little say&lt;br /&gt;Walking to class two by two and hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;When our teachers came in, we would all stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school fun fair was a famous event&lt;br /&gt;As we sold the coupons, erected stalls and tents&lt;br /&gt;The St. Michael’s School boys thronged to our school&lt;br /&gt;Eyeing pretty Convent girls, while keeping their cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we are told that the story must end &lt;br /&gt;The nostalgic memories, the Convent, the  land&lt;br /&gt;Must now all go, for someone has sold&lt;br /&gt;‘Twas such a waste, coz our history is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/5918950343874480518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/5918950343874480518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5918950343874480518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/5918950343874480518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-alma-materchij-ipoh.html' title='My Alma Mater..........CHIJ, Ipoh'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-4798166018533449327</id><published>2008-09-02T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:01:49.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My School Days</title><content type='html'>The Convent gates were big and wide&lt;br /&gt;And as I passed through I just couldn’t hide&lt;br /&gt;My fears, my tears and home was where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized that other little girls felt just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Class Standard One “B” I was sent&lt;br /&gt;Slate and chalk were used instead of pens&lt;br /&gt;ABCs written on the board&lt;br /&gt;We had books to buy, we could ill afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bell rings and my heart gets lighter&lt;br /&gt;Going home now, hope tomorrow’s better&lt;br /&gt;So the days turn to weeks and into years&lt;br /&gt;And the little girl grows out of her clothes but not her fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though nostalgically I think of my days in school&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thought too strict and stern were set the rules&lt;br /&gt;But on hindsight now, I’m glad they were&lt;br /&gt;“Cos I’ve turned out well, like the rest of my peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/4798166018533449327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/4798166018533449327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4798166018533449327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/4798166018533449327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-school-days.html' title='My School Days'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-3292355541942207434</id><published>2008-09-02T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:00:01.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer for Don</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbAZrF-C2sMs3a_1yhu8CYjr-OAj4ZTNKEF65-vs38mup9HX03TihGhDy8ueToIQXOQev8jwHrWavOmdVkRx9PAvrfpE-q5WXTVTdwmwP410AFl_7IIbg9UaNwTNUqo47IFiutP1nZ2o/s1600-h/Angels.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbAZrF-C2sMs3a_1yhu8CYjr-OAj4ZTNKEF65-vs38mup9HX03TihGhDy8ueToIQXOQev8jwHrWavOmdVkRx9PAvrfpE-q5WXTVTdwmwP410AFl_7IIbg9UaNwTNUqo47IFiutP1nZ2o/s320/Angels.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241624233073853858&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our knees we knelt to pray&lt;br /&gt;For our son, Don who is far away&lt;br /&gt;We asked you Lord to care for him&lt;br /&gt;To keep him safe from harm and sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we’re elated at his good review&lt;br /&gt;As it only happens to a select few&lt;br /&gt;Diligently he worked the last three years&lt;br /&gt;To get ahead of most his peers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord I know this is thanks to Thee&lt;br /&gt;You’ve listened and answered our humble plea&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I pray you’ll guide his ways&lt;br /&gt;His navigator in life may You always stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/3292355541942207434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/3292355541942207434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3292355541942207434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/3292355541942207434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/prayer-for-don.html' title='A Prayer for Don'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbAZrF-C2sMs3a_1yhu8CYjr-OAj4ZTNKEF65-vs38mup9HX03TihGhDy8ueToIQXOQev8jwHrWavOmdVkRx9PAvrfpE-q5WXTVTdwmwP410AFl_7IIbg9UaNwTNUqo47IFiutP1nZ2o/s72-c/Angels.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-7913545999939206884</id><published>2008-09-02T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:42:11.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games we used to play</title><content type='html'>As I look back to a time long ago&lt;br /&gt;Long before computers and tv shows&lt;br /&gt;There were simple games children used to play&lt;br /&gt;Hours were spent outdoor throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were seven stones, hop scotch and skipping ropes&lt;br /&gt;Coconut fronds were used to slide down slopes&lt;br /&gt;What fun we had when we played hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;When others hide, one person counted and he musn’t peek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping to ropes, there were so many rhymes&lt;br /&gt;We’d skip and sing while counting to time&lt;br /&gt;These skipping ropes were strung from rubber bands&lt;br /&gt;The richer children used  double strands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopscotch would be played before school began&lt;br /&gt;Squares and circles would be drawn on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of token had to be thrown&lt;br /&gt;A string of beads, a bunch of shells or any old stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With seven stones, we’d sit on the floor&lt;br /&gt;A game you can play with one person or more&lt;br /&gt;You toss one stone and pick up another&lt;br /&gt;You would have lost if you dropped either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many more I can’t recall&lt;br /&gt;But any of these were more fun than the Mall&lt;br /&gt;I think children had more fun in the good old days&lt;br /&gt;The games were all free, there was nothing to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt; Liz  Sammy-Chin&lt;/span&gt;  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7913545999939206884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/7913545999939206884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7913545999939206884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7913545999939206884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/games-we-used-to-play.html' title='Games we used to play'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-1056694363962143395</id><published>2008-09-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:38:24.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>Way back in the fifties, my sister and I&lt;br /&gt;Walked all the way to school till there were aches in our thighs&lt;br /&gt;We walked past the St.Michael’s School and onto the river bank&lt;br /&gt;And the nearer to school , the more my heart sank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll cross the bridge at Brewster Road&lt;br /&gt;Peeking into the river hoping to see boats&lt;br /&gt;A mile more to go before the convent we’ll reach&lt;br /&gt;And by the time we arrive we’ll be red as a peach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d walk on the five foot ways to hide from the sun&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes if we were late, we needed to run&lt;br /&gt;Shifting our school bags from our right hand to left&lt;br /&gt;Giving each arm a chance for a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we’d walk past the Po Garden Lane&lt;br /&gt;To go through this lane alone would be insane&lt;br /&gt;For this is a notorious dangerous pass&lt;br /&gt;Girls have been molested late after class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the school gates are within view&lt;br /&gt;The school bell hasn’t gone yet, we’re early; Phew!&lt;br /&gt;Right after school from the back gate we’d leave&lt;br /&gt;To the ice-cream seller we would proceed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’d love to have “rojak” but didn’t have cash&lt;br /&gt;So we’d just spin for the ice-cream and had to be rash&lt;br /&gt;And through the Po Garden Lane my sister and I&lt;br /&gt;Would rush our steps for bad people hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On treetops and branches eyeing to pounce&lt;br /&gt;On girls who are alone, their presence announce&lt;br /&gt;So if you were wise, don’t ever pass&lt;br /&gt;This lane alone if you’ve been late after class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we walked on, our throats started to dry&lt;br /&gt;So to the tap at Borneo Motors as we had to walk by&lt;br /&gt;It’s sweet cool waters tasted so pure&lt;br /&gt;A long way from home, but now we can endure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the story goes for many more years&lt;br /&gt;Until the day we had bicycles like the rest of our peers&lt;br /&gt;That made the journey to school much easier then&lt;br /&gt;This is our story from beginning to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now so much have changed&lt;br /&gt;No girls would need to use the Po Garden Lane&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the area is now big, open and wide&lt;br /&gt;No more  places for bad people to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends the story of Po Garden Lane&lt;br /&gt;But it’s memories and stories will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;~  Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/1056694363962143395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/1056694363962143395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/1056694363962143395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/1056694363962143395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-7478779922922983661</id><published>2008-09-01T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:08:43.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3KZjrLSEFBCaaEViKEc9X6Z3OHtK3S8-QPM_mo2FIaszXeF55eWldjuwIGgEeASLTr_0hl_VRRsJnNaZ0qk93vTwzAPaHWbQQfFvVDionBK5z1HvV5ibyATqKVYz0IChtPaerPlc_jo/s1600-h/Sunset+in+Cempaka.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3KZjrLSEFBCaaEViKEc9X6Z3OHtK3S8-QPM_mo2FIaszXeF55eWldjuwIGgEeASLTr_0hl_VRRsJnNaZ0qk93vTwzAPaHWbQQfFvVDionBK5z1HvV5ibyATqKVYz0IChtPaerPlc_jo/s320/Sunset+in+Cempaka.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241781296545830418&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All alone you’re left with just your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Building castles in the air and something in between&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of bygone days drifting in your mind&lt;br /&gt;Seeking peace for the world and humankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep those daydreams safely in the attic of your soul&lt;br /&gt;For in time, they’ll come true,  so keep the reins on hold&lt;br /&gt;And in your heart may these dreams become alive&lt;br /&gt;Cut out the bitter truth that stabs you like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to dream long and dream deep&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams like prayers the Lord will heed&lt;br /&gt;Do not dismiss the power of the subconscious mind&lt;br /&gt;Your wildest dreams come true, with faith and hope combined. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt; Liz  Sammy-Chin &lt;/span&gt; ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/7478779922922983661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/7478779922922983661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7478779922922983661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/7478779922922983661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/09/daydreams.html' title='Daydreams'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3KZjrLSEFBCaaEViKEc9X6Z3OHtK3S8-QPM_mo2FIaszXeF55eWldjuwIGgEeASLTr_0hl_VRRsJnNaZ0qk93vTwzAPaHWbQQfFvVDionBK5z1HvV5ibyATqKVYz0IChtPaerPlc_jo/s72-c/Sunset+in+Cempaka.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-6237700176253056392</id><published>2008-08-31T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:01:40.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a Nest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeP02-RQlJhpybGuuhDEWLowTaNHs2o7R-dH8XR0ZqREcbSSWcKJwJOD5R4Cvr-Jmxv-sASdNusgT0JHvM2h1mhIds81RiwJ3lDftkyYn2PH2IBZMUL2M-gIynS2xR153iAYfdKdlEOTY/s1600-h/Bird+in+nest.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeP02-RQlJhpybGuuhDEWLowTaNHs2o7R-dH8XR0ZqREcbSSWcKJwJOD5R4Cvr-Jmxv-sASdNusgT0JHvM2h1mhIds81RiwJ3lDftkyYn2PH2IBZMUL2M-gIynS2xR153iAYfdKdlEOTY/s320/Bird+in+nest.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241067796562063442&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spied the bulbul building its nest&lt;br /&gt;It was working so hard without even taking a rest&lt;br /&gt;In my rosebush the yellow vented bulbul chose&lt;br /&gt;To build its nest for here no danger will it pose&lt;br /&gt;For my little backyard is cozy and calm&lt;br /&gt;With so many other plants to protect it from harm&lt;br /&gt;So little bulbul worry not about nurturing your young&lt;br /&gt;For here in my rosebush, a safe home you’ve found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Liz  Sammy-Chin  ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6237700176253056392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/6237700176253056392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6237700176253056392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6237700176253056392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/08/building-nest.html' title='Building a Nest'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeP02-RQlJhpybGuuhDEWLowTaNHs2o7R-dH8XR0ZqREcbSSWcKJwJOD5R4Cvr-Jmxv-sASdNusgT0JHvM2h1mhIds81RiwJ3lDftkyYn2PH2IBZMUL2M-gIynS2xR153iAYfdKdlEOTY/s72-c/Bird+in+nest.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360644573732467280.post-6825787192360564214</id><published>2008-08-31T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:03:58.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parents&#39;  Prayer for their sons : A dedication to Don and Jay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq2404Pa1nMt13cR286knE0z-i2W0jIsEF5JsLjYud_CCaXiog0PnvdAMBknmgJUA8N5Xpzgf1stj2s06FGXkiWbhyxBrV_StYp2CEZt77AvVtUGQZy26s0H50WxwaP34ygOyUzZwwME/s1600-h/Altar+for+blog.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq2404Pa1nMt13cR286knE0z-i2W0jIsEF5JsLjYud_CCaXiog0PnvdAMBknmgJUA8N5Xpzgf1stj2s06FGXkiWbhyxBrV_StYp2CEZt77AvVtUGQZy26s0H50WxwaP34ygOyUzZwwME/s320/Altar+for+blog.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240903311599804482&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were little, you always took our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A symbol of love and security those hands to you meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you hurt, we were the ones you seeked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coz in your minds, mom and dad could anything defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when we could ease your pain with just a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to yesterday and those are times we surely miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times when our hearts ache for both of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find solace in prayer and our faith in God renew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we feel it’s best we leave you in God’s care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of faith will keep you from despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though distance and time separate us now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God’s care for us will keep us close somehow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Liz Sammy-Chin ~</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/feeds/6825787192360564214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5360644573732467280/6825787192360564214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6825787192360564214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360644573732467280/posts/default/6825787192360564214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticbookworm.blogspot.com/2008/08/parents-prayer-for-their-sons.html' title='A Parents&#39;  Prayer for their sons : A dedication to Don and Jay'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183230755072625793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq2404Pa1nMt13cR286knE0z-i2W0jIsEF5JsLjYud_CCaXiog0PnvdAMBknmgJUA8N5Xpzgf1stj2s06FGXkiWbhyxBrV_StYp2CEZt77AvVtUGQZy26s0H50WxwaP34ygOyUzZwwME/s72-c/Altar+for+blog.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>