Tuesday, March 29, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

The Adventures of grandma and me





The Adventures of grandma and me

By  © C Davids


Once upon a time their was a little house on the top of a hill, inside this two bedroom cottage lived a five year old little girl and her grandmother. The two of them were very close; grandma had this amazing wray of light about her with her long pony tail swept up in a bow. Her glasses perch up on her nose as she would gently sit in her rocking chair that was nearby the fire place.

Each night after little Annie had gotten her bath and has been fed she would come into the living room where grandma would be enjoying some alone time. As the little one came sneaked in standing in between the doorway starring at her grandma. She stood just starring as she scanned every wrinkle in grandma’s face. Grandma has had a hard life when she grew up; she herself lost her parents at a very young age. She has also out lived four of her siblings and her daughter and son in law that left Annie with her. The welfare was harsh on this living arrangement as grandma was very old, but she insist she wants to raise her granddaughter, that if she needs help she would then let the welfare come in and give her the proper help she needs. She didn’t want the money the welfare gave each child on a monthly basis.

Grandma make due with what she had in her own purse and the husband has left her with. Grandpa died a few years back of lung cancer, but the amazing part of all this, she didn’t once gave up on life when the world took a way her loved ones. She kept going. When her daughter and son in law was killed in their own home, it was by faith that little Annie was staying over at her grandmother’s.
The two has become each others strength, when gran needs a helping hand little Annie is by her side. When little Annie needs a comforting arms wrapped around her when dreams scare her at night grandma is at her side, wiping those tears from her beautiful brown eyes.
She is the splitting image of her mother, the brown locks and the hazel eyes. The only thing she inherited from her father was his enchanting smile and charming ways.
As Annie was brought out of her starring, grandma spot her standing their looking so at peace with her beautiful smile spread on her lips.
“Annie come over here hunny. I thought you sleeping.” She walks over to grandma and stood in front of her looking up to her guardian with love in her eyes. She smiles and said.
“Grandma can you tell me a bedtime story.” Grandma picked her up and sat her on her lap.
Annie puts her little head up on grandma’s shoulder as she pat Annie’s hair for her.
“I think I can do that. This story took place many years ago.” Grandma told her, and she started with her tale.

“One day there was this little boy who lived in this big house with his entire family, from grandparents to aunts, uncles and cousins, his parents were missionaries, so he got to stay with his entire family, but the boy didn’t really know this family, the only family he knew besides his parents was his mother’s mother. The only grandma he knew and loved. Then one day a knock came to the family’s door. As the family was having their usual breakfast the boy got up and went through the long corridors as he finally got to the door that the knock was coming from. He was very little as he pulled the chair closer to him getting up on it and finally he could reach the door knob. As he turned the knob and he saw this lady standing on the other side of the door he got such a fright that he tumbled over the chair and fell flat on his bum.
The boy couldn’t believe that she was here, that she was actually visiting him, but he also didn’t know why she was actually now standing in his family’s doorway. He did miss her, but he knew something’s strange must’ve happened or she is just here to visit.

She finally walked up to him and bows down as she helped him up. Sammy took her hand as she helped him to his feet. She then look at him and her visible tears were there, but she knew she couldn’t break down now she came all this way to be with her grandson.
The other family members ran into the room as they saw who it was.
“Mrs Campbell you here.” The one aunt says.
“Yes I am, I just wanted to spend Christmas with my grandson.” She replied as Sammy was still clutched to her hand.
He looked in between his grandmother and his other family. His grandmother was the closest family he had on his mother’s side. The others were his father’s family who they left him with.
“Grandma you came.” He said. Still looking in between his families.
The one aunt who spoke came closer as she reached out to Mrs Campbell welcoming her into their home. As Sammy has grown up he never knew his fathers family, he grew up mostly knowing his mother’s parents until his grandfather died on the sea while the heavy storms swept the whole boat with every man on board, and that was when the boy was only four. He loved his grandparents always going out with them on adventures. He would always ask, Grandpapa, are we going on another adventure. Then grandpapa would say yes boy we going on the adventures of grandpapa and Sammy.
The Campbell’s didn’t like the idea of the work their daughter and son in law was doing because it would mean they either wont see their grandson much are that he would be raised without his parents.

When his parents finally decided to give their son stability it was Frank who decided on letting the boy live with his family instead of Mrs Campbell. Jo-Anne wasn’t too happy about this at all, but she understood after some much motivation from her husband that it be best he lived with his family, seeing as her mother was old and had too much going on, but what they didn’t know was. Their son was listening through an open door as he stood their pushing his parent’s door open. His grandma was with them for that weekend when all this was being planned on where he would stay. He ran off to his grandma’s quarters yelling.
“Grandma, grandma they sending me away. You got to stop them.” He says.

Mrs Campbell didn’t know what to do as she got up from her rocking chair and hugged the boy trying to calm him down.
His tears started to lessen and the snickering starts to slow down as she let him sit on her lap.
“Grandma they wana send me away.” he said again. As tears was busy forming once again.
“Sammy know this that I will never let you go. Your parents just want you to know your other family too.” She says trying to make the boy understand that it was okay, that they will see each other again.
“What if I never see you, grandma? What then?” he says.
They heard footsteps coming closer and closer as they saw it was Jo- Anne standing their.
“Why is he crying.” She asked.
He burst out crying holding tight to his grandma.
“He over heard you and Frank talking about sending him to Carter’s.” she said.
“Mom you know if I had a say in this I would let him stay here with you, but his too much for you to handle all at once.” She said.
“How dare you say that? This child is never too much, his the closest I have too family with you always gone.” Mrs Campbell argued back.

Sammy didn’t want his grandma and mom to say things to each other that would be hurtful. Its then that he remembered what his grandpapa told him. That he will have to watch over them for him, his man now. And a man does what’s ever must be done to keep his loved ones from harms way.
That is when he realised he has to go. To keep these two from hurting each other. He lifts his head from his grandma’s shoulders and wiped his face with his hand.
He wiggled from his grandma’s arms and got to his feet. They were watching him as he stood tall and had them look at him. Tears stains still hovering on the boys face.
He then takes each of their hands and holds it into his. He smiles at them and he says.
“I will go to stay with them, but I want to see grandma whenever I want too.” He says more to his mother.
She bends down in front of her son looking into his powder blue eyes as she scanned his face, that angelic face she gave birth too four years ago. How quick he grew up. Remembering how much he loved her parents especially after her father died, Sammy became closer to his grandma. He would tell her mommy, grandma and me go on plenty adventures, but mostly it was the two of them talking about the adventures grandpapa was on in heaven.

She reached out to him as she held’s him in her arms.
“I love you so much my boy. Never get too big okay.” He nods in her arms.
“I love you too mommy. We all do. Right grandma.” He says.
As grandma came closer to them and hold them both in her arms.
“I love you both so much.” She says that her tears betrayed her as they fell.

The following day Sammy was packed up to head to Johannesburg, South Africa. The boy didn’t know that the day he chose to go live with his father’s parents and relatives was the last time he would see his grandma. That it would be the last Christmas he would have with the people he loved.
When he came to live with his father’s family it was painful because he had to say goodbye to his mommy.
Jo-Anne and Frank were ready to say their goodbyes while the car that was waiting on them to go to the airport was hooting outside. The parents stood inside the doorway as they both bow down to their little boy saying goodbye.
Frank was the first to say goodbye, but Sammy wasn’t so heartbroken about it.
“You be a good boy for your grandparents and family okay.” Frank said as he pat the boys mop curls. Sammy hugged his dad and let go, but it was when his mother’s turn came the boy couldn’t hold his tears in any longer. He held onto her neck not wanting to let loose. But he remembers what his grandma said that he should be a good boy and they would be together very soon.

“Sammy I love you, mommy will be back sooner then you think.” She said, but he knew it wasn’t true that why would his parents always say that when even they knew they wont be back soon.
“Mommy don’t leave me.” he kept crying. He didn’t let go when Frank came and have to loosen his son’s grip on his mother. As Jo-Anne walked out to the car, Sammy ran after her holding onto her dress. He didn’t want to let go, the other family couldn’t even stop him. The boy just was two close to his mother and nobody would ever change that.
Finally Jo-Anne stopped as she turned around facing the blue eyed boy. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and made him a promise as she takes off the pendant with the chain her father handed her so many years ago with a picture of him and her as a baby and on the other side was a picture of herself with baby Sammy on. She told him that if he kept this pendant close to his heart he would have nothing to fear because his grandpapa and herself will be protecting him and keep him safe from those dreams he usually get.
Its then that he finally loosen his mother from his grip once again. He stood up straighten him out and said his last goodbye.
The thing about Sammy his dreams was visions he would get and that frightens him because he was only four years old and didn’t know any better. The closest family he had was all gone; his parents just left him with strangers.

He stood by as the car pulled out of the driveway and their mother went gone and left him here. He stood there for as long as he could he opened the pendant and ran his finger on his mother’s face, the same he did to his grandpapa. He looked up to the clouds and said, “Grandpapa it’s just you and me now.” And walked back to the house to people he has never known growing up.
He knows that his grandpapa is in heaven that is what his grandma said; she said he is no longer in the grave that they would meet him up there one day.
“Really grandma we going to dig a hole to visit grandpapa.” He would ask.
Grandma would laugh and he would think it was crazy that she was laughing at him.
“No, Sammy we will meet him one day in heaven.” She would say.
“Where is heaven?” he would ask.
“Heaven is where there is this beautiful garden and everything in heaven is peaceful and happy. Children playing and building castles.” She would say.
“Do you think grandpapa is still catching fish.” He asked.
“Off course he does. He is waiting to catch fish with you too.” She said.
“Are you going their too grandma.”
“Little man I know I will be going their, but not anytime soon.” She says.
That was how he found out that heaven is a place where family come together and be peaceful and happy.
“I can’t wait to be their either.” He said out loud as he walked back into the house he never slept in before.
His father’s family wasn’t what he expected, but they weren’t also what he wanted.
He just wanted his mommy and his grandma. He just wanted to be home and play in his room or go on long walks with grandma. He just wanted to go on new adventures with her.

It was two years later and he has since had only four visits from his parents on his birthday and Christmas, but none of his grandma until now.
They were all sitting in the living area as Mrs Campbell told the Carters she is here to take her grandson back home. He was more than enlightened as his face has it shown on his face, but the Carters weren’t so happy about this new arrangement. They didn’t want to let the boy go, but it was the letter from Jo-Anne that changed that. She handed the letter over to them as they kept reading.

Dear Margie

I am writing you this letter on behalf of myself and Frank. We are doing quite well here in Australia. We have so far helped built two churches and its going well, without God we couldn’t have done it and knowing he has put us on this path to help the needy. As you may know our son, Sammy has been living with you all for nearly two years. We really miss him a lot and hope to see him soon. We have been talking too my mother and we have decided it’s a good thing that Sammy get too spend time with her as well. She has been a part of his life since birth and I know how much Sammy loves his grandma. Perhaps me and Frank shouldn’t have taken him away from her, but she just lost my dad and we thought it be great to give her time to heal instead we only harmed them both in the present. We also wanted Sammy to know his other family, so in case you wonder why am I writing to you now, I want my son to be happy and I know that his very fragile with his parents gone and he think we left him behind. I want my mom stated as his guardian until we get back to South Africa later this year. I hope and trust you would grant me this. Tell everyone else that we are thankful to helping us with Sammy. We miss our son and we can’t be there for him, but this we can do for him letting him move back into his own house with his grandma.

Yours sincerely

Jo-Anne

As Margie read the letter and hand it over to her husband, they both stare at the boy who’s never left his grandma’s hand. As much as it hurts them that their own grandson hasn’t been that close to them over the two years. Martin and Margie Carter has tried so hard giving their son’s child the proper home life any child deserves, but they just couldn’t handle his dreams he would get late at night. The fact he would just keep to himself never playing with the other kids are talking to anyone else. He would play by himself and he would walk around the yard and make things up like imaginary things. He would pretend his talking with his grandpapa because his grandma told him that his grandpapa is always with him, inside his heart that if he needs to talk to just say what is on his mind. getting Sammy to respond to anything was hard on them. They even noticed that the boy wasn’t as close to his own father as with his mother. They knew that it was his mother’s family the boy was closer too. They felt bad about it, that they never reached out to their grandson when he was born, that they never went to family gatherings when their son invited them. Why Frank even send the boy here was beyond there imagination, perhaps Frank thought it be a good time for his parents to have time with there grandson yet it wasn’t that at all. The way they see it, this boy don’t really know them or need them in his life. He has a hero for a grandpa and an amazing grandma already who loved him very much. They just wish they could have been there from the beginning of his little life.
Mrs Campbell knew that the Carter’s tried the best they could into giving Sammy a happy home, but the boy just weren’t happy with the new home he came to live in. She understood that it was best of she takes the boy back home, back to his real home in his own room and his own bed.
Sometimes in life things has a way of working out. That children grow attached to what they know, and what they know is that being safe and loved with the adults that was in their lives since birth, separation and detachedment is hard on little ones.

Sammy got his prayers answered. The prayer his been praying since he arrived at the Carters.
Grandpapa please take me home.

The end.

Annie was fast asleep in her grandma’s lap, when she was put in her bed. She woke up just before gran stepped out of her room.
“Grandma, I am glad that Sammy had a grandma just like you.” she said.
Her grandma nod and gave her a kiss on her forehead.
That night Annie slept so good that she didn’t get any nightmares.

© C Davids

Award From Creative Pen

 Author Note: this story I wrote a few months back, its my first try at writing a childrens story, it reminded me of the bedtime stories my gran use to tell me and my cousin when we were little. I hope to one day write an entire childrens book.
Monday, March 28, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Perfect Poet Award- Thursday Poets' Rally Week 40



Thank You Jingle for this pretty award. I would like to nominate Kim Nelson for her peom  Happiness-Hiding for week 41.


Spring

The day seem brighter,
People seem nicer,
Must be the change of season.
Spring such a lovely time of the year.
Flowers starts to blossom,
People taking there kids out to the parks.
Shedding ourselves of the winter depression,
Smiling as we clothe ourselve with sunshine.
Spring .
Friday, March 25, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Meaning of my name *CHIMNESE*

This has been a stepping stone for me as , I have always wanted to know what my name really meant. It must have some meaning. For years I have tried on the internet yet nothing. Until I met a wonderful friend Krislin who has helped me on thsi voyage of searching the true meaning of my name. Krislin has made it a quest too go around asking her friends and people who would know.

This is what she has come up with. To be honest she has made me a happy person today.

Her information on my name Chimnese:

March 21, 2011

Dear, I did a little search on your name.. And it has relation to a legendary animal...

I am not too sure if it was right so I am going to do more reading before concluding and then share with you..

That was the first part of this quest...

There was more I would search for it.

March 25, 2011 ( The completed meaning)

Hey, my dear.. I am back.. Yep, done with your name.. But really, I am not sure if it is right..

Have you heard of the 9 dragons in Chinese culture that said to be living in Heaven?

I went around asking a few of my colleagues and they gave the same answer as the meaning of your name is origin from a dragon by the name of Qilin, a chinese mythical figure which comes in pair. They do not exactly look like the normal dragons. Instead, they are considered to be one of the guards, guarding the entrance.

In short, your name is not exactly all Chinese Culture related but rather a tribute in the Chinese from the legend which most people does not learnt about.. :)

I hope I have answered your question and I went 'wow' upon learning the origin of your name. I didn't know it has such deep and rich meaning and legend..
Thank You Krislin for your help, I dont know how to thank you, but I am grateful for your help my friend.

I truly think I was meant to meet you through our words...I hope thsi friendship grows for years to come.

So guys there you have it the meaning behind my name, Chimnese.
Thursday, March 24, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Pictures of You

Pictures of you

Flashing cameras all around me,
There you were just starring
Just a vision,
       That same smile,
               Those same eyes,
                        Just starring
While pictures been taken.
Pictures of me without you in it.
I go home and I open the album
My fingers running on the outline
Of your features.
Smiling pictures taken by you.
Without me in it.
A tear drop falling on your picture.
Ruined by the tears that seems
To be running freely
As it covers your face completely,
Smudged by the wetness.
Nothing to dry it with,
As I start to feel sadder.
Looking at what I just did.
My work, your picture, ruined.
Pictures of you,
That is all you left me with.
Never wanted to destroy them,
I knew at that point I would
Never see you face.
    Pictures
              Of
                   You.
Gone, no need to repair.
        Smudged
              Face,
Nothing left to see.
Pictures of you gone.

Week # 40
Tuesday, March 22, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garde

“Annie on My Mind” by Nancy Garden

“Liza never knew that falling in love could be so wonderful…and yet so confusing.”


This is my review on the book “Annie on My Mind by Nancy Garden.” I have heard about this book by many people on the website I have been doing most of my short stories. I belong to these LGBT groups and I have learnt so much by just asking questions and also getting good literature from fellow writers.

A week ago I finally got this book and with just the opening line I was caught into this book, at the same time I was reading this novel I was also questioning my own dilemma on this topic that I myself or struggling with these same feelings this girls in the book. The writer takes you deep into the minds of these girls.

First I want to give a description on our main two characters of the book.

Liza Winthrop – the protagonist and narrator of the novel, Eliza is a 17 year old girl living in the upper scale neighbourhood of Brooklyn heights. She attends Foster Academy, a private school nearby, which is facing financial trouble.

Annie Kenyon – Annie also 17, lives far uptown in a shabby neighbourhood. She lives with her father and his mother, both Italian immigrants, and her mother. She hopes to attend the University of California in Berkeley to pursue her singing career.

Their story is our story, so many young girls and boys struggling with the confusion of there own feelings. To deal with just your inner emotions, trying to fit into a world where you know, you aren’t like another girl or boy.
As for instance I would look at myself, I am not girly, I am not one to make up my face with make up and lipsticks, I am plain, simple and down to earth. That is what Liza describes in one chapter about her hair; she isn’t one to do things with it. But what does our outside exterior got to do with what we feel inside. Nothing. We are all humans, and it’s hard enough to deal with your own emotions when you fall in love with the same sex, when the society wants to stone you just because you are different. How many young people struggling to come out. To be set free and live there lives as they want. We not hurting anyone, we don’t bother anyone yet people find ways to become ignorant into judging who we love. Love is love no matter who we are in love with. Why can’t LGBT be happy, they deserve it right? Why do you get human rights when they don’t have a right to be who they are? To love who they want to love.

This is what Liza & Annie had to deal with. They fell in love and yet the society wants to control there minds into thinking its wrong.
The teachers especially Ms Baxter and Mrs Poindexter almost gave me heart attack with there constant bashing of what they think being gay means. They make it sound so awful, when all along it is so beautiful. I have never seen a more beautiful way of falling in love then between two women. There love for each other. If I look at an example with in the book it would be Ms Stevenson & Ms Widmer. I wish there were more role models like them in this world. Two people who really understood what the two girls were going thought.

“The only thing that seemed truly real to me was the one thought that wouldn’t let go in my mind: It’s Annie and me they’re all sitting around here like cardboard people judging; it’s Annie and me. And what we did that they think is wrong, when you pare it all down, was fall in love.

The girl’s friendship grew close as they spend more time together until; Annie admits that she has thought that she may be gay. Liza soon realizes that although she has always considered herself different, she has not considered her sexual orientation until falling in love with Annie.

When two teachers, who also live together go on vacation, Liza volunteers to take care of there cats. It was during this time that the friendship between the girls starts to develop into something more then friendship.
In unexpected events another teacher/administrator of Foster Academy came down on the girls catching them in a very peculiar way.
It was that night that not just the relationship between Liza and Annie came out, but also the relationship between the two teachers, Ms Stevenson and Ms Widmer has come out.
Ms Baxter being curious about the two teachers for quite sometime finally she had to take matters into her own hands, and report the incident to the headmistress of Foster Academy.
Liza was forced to come out to her parents, while Annie wasn’t yet ready to tell hers.
It also changed the lives of the two teachers who had nothing to do with the whole issue.

I understand the reason why Ms Stevenson was upset with Liza, she entrusted her home to her, and while they were gone she overused that trust. She took the teachers home to her own advantage, knowing it’s wrong. I would have felt the exact same way. What I like about the teachers they knew exactly what it must feel like, seeing as they have been there themselves. Sneaking around not getting caught because your family and friends don’t approve of what you are.

I like the explanation Ms Widmer gave the girls.

“We should tell them Isabelle,” she said “about when we were kids.”
“When we were kids.”  Said Ms Stevenson.
 “And our parents found out about us, well, suspected they told us we could never see each other again.”
“Yes well of course we did anyway,” said Ms Widmer.
“We did a lot of sneaking around, for more than a year- it was rather horrible. And we got caught a few times- once almost the way you two did, as Kah very rightly reminded me when I was to angry to remind myself.”
“So we know what it feels like,” said Ms Widmer.
“How dirty it makes you feel at a time when you want to feel wonderful and do feel wonderful, new and pure full of love, and full of life.”
“Look. I can’t lie to you and say that losing our jobs like this is easy. It isn’t. But the point is that it’ll be okay; well be okay. And we want to know that you will be okay.”

“The important thing is that we got through that time, too, and were still together.”
“I should tell you, that Ms Widmer almost left me after my discharge. She went through hell than I did, Liza because she blamed herself for writing those letters to me – even though I was the one who’d left them around. She kept thinking that if she hadn’t written them…”
“If I haven’t been gay,” said Ms Widmer.
“Then nothing would have happened. No court marital, no discharge..
It took me a couple of years to realize, that it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t my homosexuality that gotten Ms Stevenson discharged, it was what people wrongly made of it.”
“I think I had to accept I was gay before I could realize that it wasn’t my fault about the discharge. That’s why I like that quote so much, the one about the truth making one free. It does, you know, whatever that truth is.”
“If you two remember nothing else from all this, remember that. Please. Don’t- don’t punish yourselves for people’s ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don’t let ignorance win, let love.”

The book is framed on the thoughts one what Liza as she attempts to write a letter to Annie in response into the many letters Annie wrote her, but all through out, is also her telling herself what happened and remembering what she or they have been through. Right at the end she picks up the courage and called Annie.

“Annie Ms Widmer was right. Remember – about the truth making one free. Annie- im free now. I love you.
I love you so much.”
And in a whisper: “I love you too, Liza. I love you too!”


trust you find this version of my own review of the book well interested. Do please read it, its a lovely novel and i would give it 10 stars.

The Secret


The Secret


When I look back at all
That was done and said,
All of us finding ways to hurt
Each other, when that kept secret
Of months got revealed.
The secret affair of loving someone
That wasn’t your partner,
But as hard and painful
That might have been upon our hearts,
Neither of us had known we would feel that
Way about someone.
Loving someone secretly for
All those months,
Lies, cheating, having taken
Apart of my heart to give away to another.
Keeping such a thing to yourself,
Is the worst pain on any human?
Knowing that you can’t tell a soul,
What you doing behind close doors.
Heart wrenching, mischievous,
Wandering around with perverted thoughts
Of another one.
The secret that killed so many hearts,
The secret that end relations,
The secret that will forever linger around,
Closed doors to those in the unknown.

© Chimnese Davids, All rights reserved

Poetry Potluck 27 , Lies, Deception and Misrepresentation ( this poem was also published on my Allpoetry page)


Friday, March 18, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Versatile Blogger Award

this was an amzing surpirse to receive from both Krislin Neo GaoTing & Jingle.

So i have to tell 7 things about myself:

1. I am from South Africa
2. I was born Chimnese Tracy-Lee Davids ( quite long i know)
3. I like to day dream, even while i am walking.
4. I want to even something that has yet to be decided.
5. I love to sleep..
6. Ive never traveled anywhere overseas.
7. I have never had a pet in my life.

my 15 Bloggers i chose:
1. Lyn
6.Ina

i cant now think of more..
Monday, March 14, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Food For Thought

Food For Thought


When I came across our new theme

For this week,
We all indulge in food.
When we are depressed we feed
Our depression with hunger pains
That isn’t even there, but our
Minds are so contrived with
Thinking that we need this food.
So many young girls suffer from
Anorexia, bulimia, it’s a disease
That wants to tear our youth apart.
We starve ourselves to look
Like supermodels are just by wanting to fit
Into that tight jeans.
Depression is a killer lurking in our subconscious.
Our minds needs to be fed with food that
Will help us overcome the pain
That we linger deep within us.
If this is just a few words to bring
My hunger thoughts across
Please just know food will
Never heal a broken heart.


Poetry Potluck #26 Food, Drink and Indulgence  ( I chose a different way on the theme, i took a more psychological way to express my words into a poem.)


Thank You Jingle for this awards
Thank You Tingtasty for this award.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

This Is My Now

 This Is My Now

I remember when you first wrote me that letter.
I was astounded and thrilled to just receive anything
Short or long from you.
I remember how you told me that
This Is My Now
Was one of your favourite songs?
It’s something that was just ours
And I would never share that memory
Or song with anyone else.
Because just as much as it meant something to you.
This Is My Now
Meant something to me, it was time for me
To come out of my shell and be who I am.
I was struggling with identity crises for so long.
I just never fit into this world.
I wasn’t like other girls,
I wasn’t into the things they were.
Yes I dated boys, I enjoyed there company.
I was even in love with one,
But baby it wasn’t the same.
This Is My Now
Was a breakthrough
To be whom I always were.
I like girls, I liked boys.
Confused about who and what I should be.
The day I stopped pretending
Was the day you entered my life.
This Is My Now
I had to decide if I was going to hide
And play it safe and find the strength
In myself to take that step of faith.
It’s when you appeared
Out of nowhere you came into my life.
Never before have I been so amazed,
So in aww of your love and devotion.
It didn’t take that long
For me too see that love,’
Gone were the fears,
Gone were all the things I have ever feared
Because your love gave me so much more,
This Is My Now.
Thursday, March 3, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

Your Smile

A shining light beamed around
Your face.
The glow cascading so
Delicately around your features.
It transcends brightness,
That is what you meant to me.
 A light that shined through the darkness.
When times seemed hard in my life,
There you were
Smiling
   So
      Brightly
As I knew I couldn’t not smile back.
The love in your eyes,
     That
          I knew was there for just me.
That smile I came to love,
Never would I forget.
        That
   One
         Smile
That makes my legs go weak.
A shining light beamed around your face.
The glow cascading so delicately,
That all I want to do is touch your face.
   My fingers
Pressing in between your cheek dimples.
Smiling
   So
      Brightly.




This is an original written for Poets Rally 39



I’ve been awarded The Celebrate of Spring in 2011 Runner- up.. I accept it, thank you.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011 | By: Chim's World of Literature

A Strange Feeling Of Happiness


A Strange Feeling of Happiness

What happens when you start
To feel your face is different.
What happens when you start to feel?
Your lips are no longer upside down,But spread from side to side,
Out stretch in a smile.You feel just different.
Like something has changed overnight.
Or has it.
Sometimes when were walking around with a frown That we forget what it feels like.
What it feels like to be happy again.
Strange feeling in the pit of your tummy.
That is exactly what I feel.
I am walking around with a Colgate smile.
How amazing, what a wonderful feeling.It didn’t just happen.
Someone put it there.
Guess who that might be?
Our God, My God, My Saviour.He has made me happy again.
He has removed the frown
And turn it into an outstretched smile.





This is for my entry for Poetry Potluck Week #25 :Idols, Role models and Mentors ( My idol, role model the one I look up to and my mentor is God Our Father he never let me down in my darkest hours. And that is what inspired my poem, about a smile.


Thanks Jingle Poetry for your kindness & your amazing poetry.