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.

Perhaps, someday,
I might
print my name on the sand
and never let the wind blow it and be gone;

Maybe someday,
iImay
present my dear ma special poises
oh, Im gonna give her bunch of roses
for I know care and love it shows.

Hoping someday
I will
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.

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