When a country’s land has boundary, but not the air above the land, unfortunately
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(Haiku / Senyru)
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slash and burn on land
smoke and haze in air above
neighbouring countries 😏
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slash and burn is cheap,
no labour to clear their lands
here, we cough, cough, cough! 😩
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how’s the difference
when a country owns its lands
not the air above😒
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children stay indoors
hazy smoke is in the air
to protect their lungs
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Grateful to be able to thread through the ‘eye’…
Sewing
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ever tried threading
‘impossible’ tiny eye
of sewing needle?
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a test one can pass
presbyopia in old age?
or short- sightedness?
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each time thread went through
a smile, a grateful relief
tis good for my age!
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wow, you can still type
on your mobile and read book
without your glasses?
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so, I am grateful
to be able to still thread
that tiny lil’ eye.
“My mum likes fish bones!“
“We look back at the days when our mum used to chew fish bones. We kids took all its flesh…And we thought mum like chewing fish bones!”
Sigh! There wasn’t enough on the table then.
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Nowadays, there are mums who would still clean the left- over meat on the chicken or fish bones. This is because the kids didn’t clean the bones enough!
Sigh! There is just too much on the table!
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Carrie Underwood: “It just occurred to me that the majority of my diet is made up of food that my kid didn’t finish…”
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Whoosh, whoosh… wind, wind!
Wonderful nature: the wind
(Senyru or Haiku?)
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the main door opened
small hands shielding, eyes widened
effusive wind blew!
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small body leaned forth
within daddy’s strong armhold
“whoosh, whoosh, wind, the wind!”
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wonderful, childish,
child expression of nature
infectious delights!
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we were surprised, too!
innocent demonstration!
that’s how a child sees!
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“Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven.” — Henry Ward Beecher.
Trusting Tuesday and school bullies (A Senryū )
I did not take it!
I swear! I’m telling the truth!
Nothing but the truth!
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Tom witnessed a boy on the toilet floor pleading innocence.
The bullies were kicking him for stealing a mobile phone.
Did the school believe him?
Would Tom be the next victim if he had reported?
Quotes:-
Music and dementia
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(senyru)
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She forgot my name
but remembered the whole song!
Selective neurons?
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Music can reduce dementia by up to 40%.
Blogging: I run my race
Blogging is like running
but running a race?
I paused, I sweated,
feet apart, panting,
and watching others
... forging ahead.
Jane Trombley wonders
about the paucity of
baby-boomer bloggers
and her generation's 'voice'.
A counselor opines
that blogging feeds wellness!
Is blogging a new way of coping
for some?
Of course,
many baby-boomer bloggers
have joined the run.
but, are they running
the same race,
the same pace,
for the same goals?
Quotes:
1. Baby Boomer Bloggers: Are you out there? - Jane Trombley
2. Blogging feeds wellness!- Beth Moore
3. "Coping through blogging..." - Petko D. et al.
Royal display of love for a sibling with special needs.
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Royal display of love for a sibling with special needs. (Senryū)
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Parents with a child
many needs to take care of
‘Is yours the same, too?’
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Read an article
a royal family pic
with a special one
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an adult stroller
with family around him
such open display
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many others hid
their special needs one, unlike
the royal model
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Read this royal model:-
Royal sibling love , a great model for many families who have to handle children with special needs.
The other patient
The other patient (Senyru)
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Parents together
they shared their experiences
of disabled kids
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Of their dependence,
suicidal ideation,
of them dying first
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I saw his mum cry
plucking the grass aimlessly
during gardening
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A mother grieving
despite being a strong leader
when in her office.
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years caring for him,
she was a silent patient,
and a depressed one.
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Through the year of guilt,
‘Have I failed as a mother?’
She pondered at times.
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Yet as a carer,
she had to be strong all times
could not, a patient.
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Head, shoulders, knees, and toes
A poem (senyru)
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A new kid joined them
A centre of attraction
and quite a cute one!
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her mum sang a song
and she followed with actions
simultaneously!
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The bigger kids watched
amused with the little one
they played together
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