Goodbye my boy

You chose your path

Away from my arms

The world is tough

The nights are cold

The storms are thundery loud

Mornings are now quiet 

No repeated sounds of me brushing teeth

No morning greetings and whistles

Nor non-sensical chatters and screams

2 years have passed and the house still feels empty

The new peace is still awkwardly stale

Even The karang guni man asking

Where is that bird who keeps calling?

I pray daily

For God to guard your path

and be into His Loving Arms

The best is oversight

3 years back when i was feeling down, because i was overlooked for a promotion.  A good friend wrote this to encourage me. ;)

"Some streams run above,

Some below the earth.

The latter is sweet and fresh,

But it takes a little more time,

A little more patience,

Before the world knows

The best is oversight."

By Porphyras Wong

4 May 2010