This winter morn

this winter morn
I visit your grave
heard no birds singing

Winter Haiku

winter morn
one haiku, one dream
Basho pats my shoulder

Little Ms. UN 2009

This is my daughter Shea Leigh and was chosen by her class to represents the country of South Korea during their UN celebration in school last Nov. 6, 2009. It was a competition and my daughter won as Little Ms. UN 2009. Here are some of her pics taken with her partner, Allen Gabor. I know that she had a wonderful time that day and I'm sure proud of her!

from the morning calm

with love for her country

a princess emerges

Everything's in Black and White (Dementia Poem)

It was raining very hard
when I came home from school
the front door was opened
and every light in the house was turned on
it is blinding
I wonder if the lightning decided to live with us
on the floor were dozens of M&M candies
scattered everywhere, on the sofa,
on the coffe table, on the black piano
and even on kitty's litter box
mother, where are you? I called out
she was in the kitchen
the sound of her sobs told me
so I walked upstairs
my brother's crayon's are all broken
into halves
and then I saw father in their bedroom
olive green crayon on his trembling hand
on their bedroom wall
he's doing his masterpiece
that only he can see and understand
father, I softly asked, is everything all right?
he looked up on me
why everything's in black and white? he cried

it is because the lightning
stroke the rainbow
shattered the rainbow
hammered the rainbow
into million bits of pieces

Still There

we meet again
after long years of
forgotten laughter
I saw your face again
and in the crowd you saw me looking at you
you smile at me
I smiled back as the night
continues to enjoy
every moment of long,
lost and forgotten love
then I caught you
staring back at me
though her arms are around you
tracing the soft garments of your
shirt with her playful fingers
I looked back at you
though I'm with him
dancing, locked in
sweet embrace of new love
when was the last time
we danced, embraced?
do you still remember it?
I dont. do you?
then as the night finally
reached its curtain call
I walk towards you
your eyes waiting for me
could almost feel your
warm arms around me
I bid farewell
you asked, when can I see you again?
I looked at her
then back at you
I smiled and softly kissed
your flushed cheek
in my dreams I'll see
you tonight

A Tribute

so many years had passed and still the

love and loud voices of the ones abused people

still echoes in our hearts

the freedom has finally been granted

for those who were hurt,

for those who cried,

for those who lost a son, a daughter,

a father, a mother

now yellow roses flooded in the air

singing voices of the free people echo,

prayers are murmured,

thanks have been said from the heart

as they all bid farewell

to you, our mother of democracy.

A Tribute To Our Former President Corazon C. Aquino

who bravely fought but lost the battle to colon cancer.

Tanka

night dreams
of you and me
laughing, hugging
on the same cemetery
where you were buried