Precious, my precious… such tender hands you do possess… such tender words you do project

for a mothers’ heart stays true to her words.

She feels every pain and torture, a torture meted out by the world

for only a crime she did commit;

a crime of love and love indeed.


Precious, my precious… such wisdom you possess… such lips are rare

a tongue that blesses and curse be less.

She sees your sorrows and every hidden tear,

tears of hope and hope indeed.


Precious, my precious… such gifts you possess… such meals you make.

For a mother’s heart stays true to the stomach.

She knows when hunger comes knocking at the door, the door that only she has the key

the key that brings satisfaction and satisfaction indeed.


I shall take my precious wherever I go.

For she alone feels the dark part of my heart

a heart I once opened for all, till an arrow was sent flying my way.

She may have taken the arrow for me I know not

she may have stitched the pierced heart I know not

but what I do know is that a mother’s heart is made of steel

and sharpened with diamond to weather all storms of life.


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The ‘distance far’ is quite some time.

Hurry as you may, it never does come for time itself is a ‘distance far’ depending on the type of clock you use.

Some look at the ‘distance far’ wishing it will yield doth fruit; a reward for hard labor, perhaps hope for a better tomorrow.

Others look at the ‘distance far’ afraid of what it might be while the rest cling to the ‘past gone’ unaware there is a ‘distance far’.


A day came when I met a stranger on a rather rainy day. I shared my umbrella with her and she told me about the ‘present near’.

The ‘present near’ had possibilities and expectations but the ‘present near’ was still full of doubts, doubts that the ‘past gone’ might poke its evil nose in it.

The stranger and I decided to try, to try only what a few would do… mix the ‘present near’ with the ‘distance far’ and see what juice it would produce.

It may be bitter; it may be sweet. It may be bland or simply plain.

Whatever we get, we then shall drink for what use will it be if we dare not try?


Three years have gone by since the fine blend. I’ve counted more gains than losses incurred.

Today, I dare you to try. Blend the ‘present near’ with the ‘distance far’.

You might get the bland juice at first; perhaps in the middle or somewhere along the line.

That’s normal and shouldn’t scare you.

Just remember: the juice is sweeter in the end… most times, you want more.


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