Tag Archives: Observations
Allowing the Children to Be Themselves Again
The Morning Crew’s here, again!!! On how the system of education here, is MURDERING children right now, translated… As I penned this article down, I’d, actually felt, quite sorrowful, so helpless too, other than because my friend, Xing, who wrote … Continue reading
Sprouting
How the other half, lives, translated… Child, your dreams aren’t, on the floors. Early in the morn, you were, pulled by your mother, to set us a stand, your sense of sleep died on your way to setting up. You’d … Continue reading
Money is Not the Only Thing Necessary, to Raise and Have Children
The most important value there is, I suppose…from the Front Page Sections, translated… As the very cold front of the year hit, those motorists, wrapped themselves up in thick coats, I saw an older gentleman shaking his head continually as … Continue reading
The Boy’s Taking His Steps
How much heart and patience, goes into, helping this special needs child, to finally, be able to, walk, the hard work of the teachers, and this young boy both, translated… I’d noticed him, because he’s, always, the first one out. … Continue reading
As the Citizens of a Country Can Only, Risk Their Lives, to Make Their Living
On the recent loss of the actor, Godfrey Kao, on how people are, overworked, slaving their lives away, without paying enough attention to their needs to take the breaks away, off of the Front Page Sections, translated… In the autumn … Continue reading
The Young Head-of-the-Class Who Wants to Be the One His Dad Could Rely on in the Future
A child’s dreams, a very important one too! From the Front Page Sections, translated, a son with a heart here! On the weekend mornings, it should be a time the school children who are off are playing outside, or staying … Continue reading
Americans, a Poem
Segregation, translated… The Tissues in the Restrooms The Napkins The Kleenexes Were All, Segregated then…photo from online… You Couldn’t, Mix & Match to Use Them Like the South During the Civil War I’d Felt Bashful, Using a Roll of Toilet … Continue reading
Roommates with Dementia…
I found myself, forced to share a room (my BRAINS!!!) with dementia, and it’d just, barged in, without consulting me first, after all, I was, my BRAIN’s FIRST “occupant”… It’d started, with how dementia would take my things without asking, … Continue reading