When can i not only paint my name on the sand
but sail across vast oceans?
When can i not only stroll through green meadows
where fragrant poises freely grow,
but present to my mother dear a pretty rose
which certainly care and love it shows.
When can i not only whisper my wishes on a star,
carving dreams from afar
not only fascinated by its beauty and charm
and fancying to hold it tightly in my arms.
print my name on the sand
and never let the wind blow it and be gone;
present my dear ma special poises
oh, im gonna give her bunch of roses
for i know care and love it shows.
to the angels ill say my prayer
and they’ll gonna whisper to my Father
“a child dreaming of a bright someday,
everything will be good and day”
*** a poem i wrote probably around september of 1999. i was lucky enough to have this published in our school paper.