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You blessed us with your generous heart and soul.
You gave us love, joy and wisdom that will last forever.
You will never be forgotten, but missed by all the hearts that you touched dearly.
May you now rest peacefully and travel to the realm of rebirth.
When time comes, one day we shall meet again.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Sitting in the dark, dark corner of my room.
I am alone, crying my silent tears of sadness and loneliness.
When could I be whole again and smile brightly like the rays of morning sunshine?
I want to roar like the wind, loud and free!
Emotions trapped within me, I must let them out before I burst to orange flames.
Roar like the wind, so the world could see my existence.
I am worthy to be happy!
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Scenario # 3:
Sharing a homemade dinner prepared by me and my mother was my favorite childhood past time. I would get so immersed in the stories my mother would share, as a fisherman’s daughter. I remembered picking out the backbone of a steam fish with ginger scallion and soy sauce.
Mother: “Aiyah, my daughter! No, no. You don’t flip the fish over!”
Daughter: “Why? I need to flip to get the meat from the other side.”
Mother: “Bad luck, my daughter. That is the same as our fishing boat flip over and we drown.”
Daughter: “It’s only a fish, mama. We live on land now.”
Mother: “Just listen and remember, okay?”
Moral lesson: Being a fisherman’s daughter, according to my mother was not easy. Superstitions and traditions run deep in her upbringing as a child. She always wish blessings come to her family.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
A tender and lightly stroke of the paintbrush; I paint my world with hues of blue and white.
It resembles the blue skies, that I desire to see every morning that graces me with hope and positivity.
Another heavy blotch of paint; I paint my world with hues of yellow and orange.
It resembles the sunrise and sunset that splashes over the great horizon.
I paint my world as I wish it to be.
Inside my brain, I keep my palette of paints sacred from all.
I am my own painter and creator of my own destiny.
By Jazzmin S. Lu
Waking up in the morning, with a peek of early sunrise that makes my eyes squint.
I hear the birds chirping, voicing their beautiful songs amongst the treetops.
With a fresh aromatic cup of coffee in hand, I walked to the deck of my house to slowly welcome a new day, a new beginning.
The sunrise cast sprinkles of glitter on the water reflection of the lake.
A top the high mountains from a distance, there is a shadow to be seen, but I still embrace it.
This is my sanctuary, a place where I find peace from the hustle and bustle of city .
By Jazzmin S. Lu
