Category Archives: Poem

๐Ÿ’•Por lo que el รกrbol tiene de florido…โœจ๐ŸŒณ


la vida comprendida
โœจSi para recobrar lo recobrado
debรญ perder primero lo perdido,
si para conseguir lo conseguido
tuve que soportar lo soportado,

si para estar ahora enamorado
fue menester haber estado herido,
tengo por bien sufrido lo sufrido,
tengo por bien llorado lo llorado.

Porque despuรฉs de todo he comprobado
que no se goza bien de lo gozado
sino despuรฉs de haberlo padecido.

Porque despuรฉs de todo he comprendido
por lo que el รกrbol tiene de florido
vive de lo que tiene sepultado.
Soneto de: Francisco Luis Bernรกrdez


Christmas will never be the same. โ™ฅ



This rose is
for my angel Mom
in heavenโ™ฅ
I miss you every day…
another week goes by
I miss you every day…
it breaks my heart

I miss you every day…
ย it brings tears to my eyes
I miss you every day…
I miss the way you used to smile
I miss you every day…
ย and wish that you where here
I miss you every day
God has called you to hold you in his arms
I miss you every day
Christmas will never be the same
Love you and miss you more than this words couldย ever say.


I have you in my heart ๐Ÿ’–



God has you in His keeping.

I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday and days before that too,
I think of you in silence I often speak your name
All I have are memories and your picture in a frame
Your memory is my keepsake with which Iโ€™ll never part
God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart.

-author unknown


The last rose of summer…โ™ฅโ˜ป


Sept. 2015 cal.

“‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone.”
– Thomas Moore, The Last Rose of Summer, 1830

“Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring,
for the air, the water,
the verdure,
and the song of birds.” ย ย 

–ย ย  Carl von Linnaeus

We love our cat (luna)โค๏ธ


Why not share with the world the way it is and tell them my feelings about my cat,
and how I played with my kids,
and how addicted to Christmas time I am,
and the smell of pine needles and hearing my kids laugh.

~Steven Tyler


I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat.
~Edgar Allan Poe

An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.

~Martin Buber


Those that touch our lives …. stay in our hearts foreverโœฟ โ™ฅ


Father's day

To celebrate Father’s Day, I want to share a bit of my dad in his memory.

Dear Daddy,

I still remember your loving, sincere smile …
When the neighbors said their greetings, “Good morning, Don Efra (Efrain)โ€

I felt proud
Your memory remains in me. ๐Ÿ™‚
In you I saw the sincerity, justice, goodness and love above all others.
you were a man of good heart.
With the strengths and weaknesses as a human being.
You were a noble man,
This was your legacy!

And I personally value this greatly.
Your calm temper and love to correct us.
You helped me with the multiplication tables, with art class,

and encouraged me to learn the flute

for my music class ๐Ÿ™‚
Your good taste for music, such as the orchestra of Billy Vaughn,

and taste for photography; these two tastes that I inherited as well!
Thank God for giving me a daddy like you ๐Ÿ™‚
I still remember when you said “Be yourself Mija”
Shared many laughs and tears, you gave me your shoulder when I was sad,

and you said, “Everything will be fine, mijita.”
I still have the newspaper letter you dedicated for me.
I remember when you said “by communicating, we understand people.” ๐Ÿ™‚
The tongue-twisters you taught us ๐Ÿ™‚ .. I could write a book about you!!
Papi we will remember you with love,

I miss you, but I know you are only ahead of us,

especially when God willing, we wil see you again.
Love, Janina .

Happy Father’s Day!

you are wonderful...


His blessings!


โ€œThere is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.โ€
~Marianne Williamson.ย ย author and lecturer.

May,2013  desktop wallpaper calendar

“Besides this May
We know
There is Anotherโ€”
How fair
Our Speculations of the Foreigner!

Some know Him whom We knewโ€”
Sweet Wonderโ€”
A Nature be
Where Saints, and our plain going Neighbor
Keep May!”
–ย  Emily Dickinson,ย Besides This May, #977, 1875