in search of...

i've never seen my grandmothers in both sides of my parents for both died very young. so i always imagine how they looked like based on descriptions of relatives. on my dad side they said that i looked like my grandma, petite, light skinned, kind, laughs. i wished though that i am taller (^_*) and that is from my mom's side, my maternal grandma was very tall i was told like my two sons :) ...image is from manila bulletin...

these tired hands are giving up
these old eyes can't seem to see the light
these feet are all but crumbling they can no longer take a hike

while flowers bloom in spring
trees die in autumn or sleep as leaves fall to the ground
as the cold winter cast its spell, we are trapped

while the years pass and swallow the youth
it leaves a wrinkled soul and a damage path
that will throw our life's journey at its last gasp

where did the swan go as it swam all alone in a narrow creek
filled with polluted sea weeds that can no longer breath
where did the fishes ran to live and procreate in this but damage planet earth

where do humans take cover as they are tired searching
and searching for the promised paradise on earth
kids being killed is no answer

abortion is not the answer in our search for the joy
in our search for happiness
and in our search for life's true meaning

for abortion marks the end not the beginning
as abortion is untimely death
as abortion is...
but a sin...
in our ten commandments...

abortion is not the answer in our thirst for solutions, in our thirst for relief of life's burdens...