Category Archives: Creative Writing

In those idyllic days, I meandered through life, blissfully unaware of the trials that awaited. I had a stunning wife, her smile a beacon of happiness, and two radiant daughters whose laughter could mend the world. My wife carried our first son, a promise of new beginnings, and we had just moved into our firstContinue reading “Ch. 1”

A nameless affliction settled over my life like a relentless dark cloud, casting a shadow over every moment. I couldn’t quite put my finger on what plagued me, but I felt its heavy grip. Worry, fear, and discouragement were my constant companions, gnawing at me day and night. Sleep, once a refuge from the world’sContinue reading “Ch. 2”

Azure waves embrace, Portugal’s coastal grace, Beauty in each space.

In Portugal’s embrace, my youthful days were spun,Where ten thousand steps beneath the warming sun,I trod the ancient cobbled streets with pride,A journey where I learned to walk with purpose, stride by stride. I was a young man, filled with dreams untamed,In a land where history and culture intertwined, untamed,Portugal, a canvas for my lifeContinue reading “Forever My Guide”

Upon yon shores of Portugal so fairI took my daughter, precious as the mornTo listen to Fado’s nolstagic airIn Lisbon’s streets where ancient tales are born With Azulejos, a new journey’s graceI led my child, a vision to beholdIn colors bright, on walls, they found their placeA story told in tiles, a sight of oldContinue reading “Portugal’s Grasp”

Upon the shores of Portugal, we treadWith daughter dear, to Fado’s haunting tuneIn Lisbon’s heart, where melodies are spreadShe finds a glimpse of passion ‘neath the moon. Azulejos, in vibrant hues, we seekWith daughter’s hand in mine, we gaze in aweOn walls adorned, where stories softly speakIn every tile, a tale without a flaw. ToContinue reading “Memories in Time”

Saudades, the ache, Time and distance can’t erase, Yearning’s silent wake.

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”