Tell Me Something Good #96


Hello everyone! Snowy Monday here in Munich and I’ve just arrived last night from the Philippines. Actually, we already had our holiday there three weeks ago, but I had to go back after 4 days…. emergency. My mother was taken to the hospital, pneumonia, a very tough one for an 80 year old. She was first taken to a nearby hospital and after 3 days, the doctor said they couldn’t do anything for her, so they transferred her to one of the best hospitals in the Philippines where she was put in an intensive care unit for 4 days, with 5 specialists, including a Cardiologist and Nephrologist. Her sodium and oxygen was so low and she had water in her lungs. Luckily, she made it through and now back at home recovering. Really grateful that she made it through.


Lord, there are marvelous things that I do not know, nor can I comprehend.
Lord, things that happen in my life, and things that happen in my mother’s life.
Lord, I desire to be thankful, to appreciate everything that comes across my path.

For: Tell Me Something Good #96

Happy Birthday Mum


Happy Birthday to Mum
Eighty years, still rocks
Like model in catwalks
She’s also our best chum
We all think she’s awesome
She cooks good food in woks

Many happy returns
We’ll come and celebrate
As a mother she’s great
She sends out her concerns
All the things that she learns
And she accommodates

Wishing you all the best
You’re a lady with zest*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* HexSonnetta
** It’s Mum’s birthday soon and we’ll all come to the Philippines to celebrate – her children with spouses, grandchildren, sister, nieces and nephews, friends – all 200 of us!

For: Tale Weaver – #142 – 19/10/17 – Birthday

Writing prompt 25th June, Mothers


Let me start with this
Although we are different
My Mum and I are the same
Same focus, both cool
We’re not so good in business
Or being tidy
Sometimes we forget some things
It doesn’t matter
When it comes to having fun
We know what to do
The town is always painted
Red, blue or yellow
Would do anything for her

Her beauty astounds us all
Life’s always a breeze so she flits
Broke into one and a million bits
Of love and care, to us her kids
Of time and devotion, no problem
Always there, served with a smile
And so this is the time to say thanks
And the mission for which it was due

Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
Your breath sweeter than sampaguita as we string them into a lei
Your love, patience and smile, always there as you give us a hand
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland

We cannot show enough gratitude for bringing us up first hand
Your tenderness, completely and sweetly given to us like a bouquet
Oh Mother Dear, with your eyes twinkling like stars in cloudland
We love you to the moon and back and all planets in the milky-way

For: Writing prompt 25th June, Mothers

five minute friday :: mom


We’re so happy you’re still with us
Mother dearest to all of us
We cannot say thank you enough
For all the things you’ve done for us

We may be in different places
We’re so happy you’re still with us
We treasure you with all our hearts
The centre core of our beings

It’s not long now when we’re all there
Looking forward to be with you
We’re so happy you’re still with us
We’ll all have great fun that’s for sure

Sending you our love on this day
Kisses and hugs from all of us
Stay beautiful and cheerful, Mom
We’re so happy you’re still with us*

(c) ladyleemanila 2017

* A Quatern is a sixteen line French form composed of four quatrains. It is similar to the Kyrielle and the Retourne. It has a refrain that is in a different place in each quatrain. The first line of stanza one is the second line of stanza two, third line of stanza three, and fourth line of stanza four. A quatern has eight syllables per line. It does not have to be iambic or follow a set rhyme scheme.

line 1
line 2
line 3
line 4

line 5
line 6 (line 1)
line 7
line 8

line 9
line 10
line 11 (line 1)
line 12

line 13
line 14
line 15
line 16 (line 1)


For: five minute friday :: mom

To Mother by Marina Tsvetaeva


In the old Strauss waltz for the first time
We had listened to your quiet call,
Since then all the living things are alien
And the knocking of the clock consoles.

We, like you, are gladly greeting sunsets,
And are drunk on nearness of the end.
All, with which on better nights we’re wealthy
Is put in the hearts by your own hand.

Bowing to a child’s dreams with no tire.
(Only crescent looked in them indeed
Without you)! You have led your kids past
Bitter lifetime of the thoughts and deeds.

From the early age the sad one’s close to us,
Laughter bores and home we left behind..
Our ship not in good times left the harbor
And it sails by will of every wind!

Azure isle of childhood is paling,
On the deck of ship we stand alone.
It appears, oh mother, to your daughters
You’ve left an inheritance of woe.

For: Nurturing Thurs – Your People