The Scarecrow

So much depends
upon

A greenish tall
scarecrow

Facing the mountain
and river

Standing on the
field

Fog & Smoke (Poem Project)

Sorrow is like smoke

Though sometimes it is light and soft

It still makes you cry

When it gets into your eyes

Happiness is like fog

It is beautiful and cold

So you walk into it

When your heart is set to fire

You never know

Which day you’ll be happy or sad

Just like you never notice

The difference between the fog and smoke

I'm a boomerang

I'm a boomerang
The harder you throw me away
The faster I get back to you

I'm a boomerang
You throw me anywhere
I'll always come back to you

Mother's Day Poem

When I’m lonely,

You’re always by my side

When I’m desperate,

You give me courage

You are the light

Guiding me with your love

Like an eraser,

Correct me when I’m wrong

Even the vastness of an ocean

Is still smaller than your kindness

Even the heat of the sun

Is still not as warm as your embrace

There’s nothing else I would say

To express the feeling in my heart

But this one sentence

“I love you, mom.”