Old minds are like old horses, you must exercise them
if you wish to keep them in working order.
–John Quincy Adams
Author: Byungafallgren
Rejoicing in their Reunion
Gem of the days has arrived!
Heartache has ended.
Her firstborn son has flown home
To the beautiful land to join his family
From the island oversea where
She was born and grew on a coffee farm.
Grateful, she praises God.
‘Land of brave’ seems so right.
Big apple and strangers
Appear sweet and kind.
Her mind overflows with
Dreams and plans,
To achieve ‘Land of oppottunity’
Alive.
In their reunion I rejoice.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Strength in the Wind
Piece of ourselves left
behind evokes a hidden
beauty, sadness of
lost time or
an insight
to see the stars in
the dark waves.
We are the past,
present,
future,
faulty yet bright.
Tears disguised in the rain,
we fly against the wind,
and our wings grow stronger.
(This appeared here on April 12, 2018)
©Byung A. Fallgren
Until Only thing to give is Love
‘Watch for him, could you?’
‘For how long, Son?’
‘Three weeks or so.’
Grandpa turns to me for my approval.
I feel my face lit as if by a campfire of night.
‘Weather should be travel-friendly.’
I help Little Son get dressed and feed him
Grandpa waves to Little Son as he gets on the school bus.
I clean the house and do the laundry, fighting heel pain.
Grandpa helps me with shopping, despite the joint pain then
At the bus stop he waits for Little Son coming home.
On the weekend, Grandpa needs to take care of Monsters at home.
Grandpa, Little Son, Big Son, and me take a road trip.
I frown at the storm cloud.
Against the windshield splash big drops,
Then it down pours.
On the road pile up softball hails.
Celestial winter game in August!
Vehicles are coward turtles, creeping over to
The shoulders, waiting for it stop, except
Big Son braves to crawl through the hailstorm.
‘Wait as others do, Son,’ I squeak.
His eyes fixed on the road, Big Son is a quiet soldier.
After infinite-hour, the hail stops.
From afar the turtles begin to follow then zoom by.
Big Son keeps it within speed limit.
The Monsters at home are taken care of.
Little Wife has returned from her trip. Duty-free,
We, old couple bid the children goodbye until next time:
‘If life plays like the weather, to give is only love.’
© Byung A. Fallgren
Song of Wordless Thursday
Song of Wordless Thursday
–Byung A. Fallgren
Love Never Gets Old
Watching the grandson
Romps ’round the park,
Grandpa turns again five.
When the child pauses
At the end of the tunnel slide,
Grandpa and Little son’s mind
Merge in one and imagine
the day of birth. Canal
Appeared to be glowing
As he made the final exit.
Loud hellos,
Laughters,
Soft swaddling and kiss…
Over six decades are
Condensed in five years,
Even after his dreams vanished
With autumn leaves,
He still has one clings to him–
Love–that grows against time.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Power of Two
How nice to have you visit me!
How sad to be unable to visit you back!
Google says your site not exist.
WP snaps you’ve deleted your site.
Yet you smile on your Gravatar page.
I wonder if you are a mere navigator.
If not, add your site image to your Gravatar,
That will draw more visitors to you.
–Byung A. Fallgren
