Rose petals for Judith

I’ll scatter rose petals in the wind for you to find me

For in your very thoughts I live

I smile each day when your heart embraces me

and from your side I will never leave

I’ll scatter rose petals in your dreams for you to see me

Whisper my name and I’ll be there

For even in times when you thought I was missing

Right beside you, I was always here

For :Judith Allen in memory of her mother


Tribute to Mom

Perfection does not mean the exclusion of flaws

Just as Success does not mean always getting it right

Perfection means staying true to who you are

Success means staying optimistic in aid of perseverance

Which all combines to define strength

Then when you mold a woman with all these characters

She is defined as a strong woman

A mother

My mother

So thank you for staying true to you

For leaving footprints that I can never fill

But prints that I can use to guide myself

Happy Mother’s Day for all the years to come

Happy Birthdays for all the birthdays to come

And even Happy Heroes day for always being my HERO.



For all great women…mothers…daughters…females

Dawn Lindo

Day 11 (20/11/13)

Dear Diary


My hair is in the wind, my feet are up and my mind is relaxed

My eyes are closed and I am seeing his face, my mom’s face and some childhood memories of my friends

That last memory was very funny, so I open my eyes and see the blue sky painted with beautiful soft clouds and I smile

Taking a deep breathe of fresh air I can hear the water from a distance

Some cold air suddenly transcend and I cuddle with myself to feel a sense of warmth and it feels good

I am somewhere, somewhere in a place filled with nothing but happiness

I know it is day 11, but I have made myself “OK”

he doesn’t need to be here for me to know he loves me

neither does my mom

It is day 11 and I am thinking about the two people that means the most to me.


==Bright Eyes and my mom===



Its weird how he cries when mom shouts at him
But he shouts at me
He gets confused when mom asks too much, he cries to be himself
But he gets mad..when i am quiet, he is annoyed that he cant read me
Mom gets to him whenever he wants to just be happy…
Mom doesnt understand that he himself doesnt know who he is… for now he thinks he’s different
So gets mad….mad that mom expects too much..mad that mom asks him to be someone he is not
But yet he gets mad at me too, he expects so much of me,
he gets mad that i am quiet, he gets mad

But did he stop to think that i too dont know who i am
That i too ask if i am weird or if i can fit in
Mom gets him mad…but he gets mad at me
In his world I am like mom…..
but in my eyes he is like mom….
Maybe thats it….we makeeach other mad because we think we are alone
We think we are not the same….we see mom in each others eyes