Tuesday, March 23, 2010

For Baby

My soul you are; my child,
My baby fluttering inside.

My days are full of longing,
Dreams of being your mom.

You were a dream before;
Now waiting at my door.

What bundle of surprises,
Wisdom, virtues and vices.

What a bond will ours be? 

I wait for time to tell me.

Unborn child, my little one,
Teach me again how to love.

Sunday, March 21, 2010


Saturday, March 20, 2010

Winca Rosa

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Snapshots from my Garden

The darkest hour