Monthly Archives: September 2023

Thy love, a rose, hath blossomed through the years,As time’s embrace hath touched thy brilliant grace,With every age, a tale of joys and fears,Thou art a masterpiece, time can’t efface. The years have passed, and yet thy beauty thrives,In motherhood, thy grace doth brightly gleam,As children’s laughter in our humble lives,Bestows upon thy countenance aContinue reading “Thy Beauty Blooms”

In quiet hours, I dwell on days of old,A friend once near, now lost in endless night,Regret’s relentless grip, a tale untold,For missed chances to save him from his plight. His laughter once like music in my ear,Now echoes faintly in memory’s hall,I wish I’d been more present, more sincere,To heed the silent cries, theContinue reading “I Wish I’d Known”

In Lisbon’s streets, with cobblestones so fair,I walked with thee, my love, in hand so tight,For years we spoke of Portugal’s grand air,And now, beneath the Iberian light. Evora’s ancient charm, we did explore,Its history whispered through the aged stones,In narrow lanes, we strolled forevermore,Alentejo’s warm touch, love truly shone. But Sintra’s beauty, like aContinue reading “For Years We Spoke”

In watching thee, a mother’s gentle care,My love for thee, my dearest, doth increase,As thou with grace, our children’s burdens bear,Thy love and strength, they both in thee release. Thy tender touch, a soothing balm to them,In every tear, a kiss to heal their strife,Thy wisdom guides them through life’s shifting gem,Thou art the compassContinue reading “In Motherhood”

Fado’s mournful song, Lisbon’s streets winding along, Portugal’s soul strong.

In foreign lands, my heart doth pine and ache,For distant shores, where once I called my home,The scent of lilacs by the old stone lake,The ancient oaks where I was free to roam. I yearn for fields where golden fields did sway,And starry nights, so clear, they touched the soul,The memories of home do notContinue reading “Memories of Home”