First snow flakes love

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A snow flake on your hair

was melting with my heart

your hands we wrapped around me

and we stood as one part

you kept on looking further

and saying all those worlds

how wonderful around us

the snow was dancing waltz

my heart was really drumming

the beats of song of love

your hands were still around me

and I felt really warmed

it was your first confession

and it came with the snow

remember you have told me

together we’ll grow old.

we melted snow flakes breathing

with words we could not say

we caught up in meeting

with our first love

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My Grandfather’s song

Many years had passed, I think my Grand Father was already 70, when I have witness the meeting of my grandfather and his first wife.

She had recovered and left the city, married and had another daughter, and thanks to the daughters they have reunited after many, many years. They could not look straight into each other eyes and I felt more sadness for my Grand Mom, because at that moment she felt very uncomfortable. They exchange few words in Korean, she refused to stay for dinner and left. It was the last time they have ever met.

It’s been almost 5 years since my grandfather left this world, to continue his life with the pretty angels. He was sick for about a year straggling with the failed liver. I saw him for the last time just a month before he died.

Only after he left, my Grand Mom had started to talk about her life with him, I have never knew till then how unhappy and how angry she was all those times. She was keep on saying that my grand father never loved her, never cared about her, because he could never forget his first wife and forgive himself for giving up on her. Thou for my Grand mom it was a love marriage, he was in love with my granddad when they have met, as for my grand dad is was just an arranged thing, he was forced into that by his own aunt and older brother.

I don’t know if he met his first wife in heaven, but I hope they did. I hope they had a very long conversation and said to each other all what they had to say for so many years. I AM SORRY, I LOVE YOU, I FORGIVE YOU.

But i will always remember my grandfather singing to my grandmother on her 60th birthday. I remember the tears of my uncles and aunties, because to was his token of appreciation for all those years. It was the only time for many people who knew him, including me and my parents, including my aunties and uncles. it was for the first time and the last time we all heard him sing.

Next week i am going to see my grandmother, and when I am going to her a hug i am gonna hold her tight like no one did before, and i am gonna tell her that I love her, like no one told her before.

THE END

My First Teacher’s First Love

I don’t remember much from my first year at school because in the middle of it I had to switch from one school to another, but the first school I remember only because of two particular things. The boy who was sitting at the same desk with me and my Teacher.

It was couple of month before i left the school, we had a tea party in our class room and my teacher asked me where will i speak my break.

– I will spend it at my Grandparent place out side the city in the village

– Where is it?

– it is the village that located next to the biggest tomb hill

My teacher looked at me for and took few seconds before saying

– I know this village, this is were i started to work as a teacher. I bet you know the old man who drives the yellow milk truck.

– Of cause i know him

I was so happy and i was laughing loud while replying to my teacher and i said

– Its my Grand Daddy

I don’t remember, what was her reaction when i said that, but she kept on asking me question until she was convinced that I was my grandfather’s granddaughter.

After this day, i also remember my father coming to school and talking to her. I remember her telling him how much he resembles his father, and she was right, my father was a spitting image of my grandfather as I am of my father. And i remember she said that she was at my grandfather’s wedding.

Then I move the school, but i never knew till now that this was a reason, i had to leave the school and the boy who was sitting next to me.

to be continued ….

Love through the windows

She used to watch him play guitar

from her room window, every evening

She used to wait till he’ll go home

to see the lights on in his window

She was in love but from the distance

he didn’t even know her name

they used to live in opposite buildings

for many years for many days

`She kept her windows always open

so she could hear him play and sing

then she will slowly move to window

and look at him under the lights of streets

She used wait for him each morning

so she could walk with him to school

and walk behind him and his girlfriend

and hiding heartache everyday

now years had gone and in another country

she’s watching secretly his page

he is musician and he is famous

her distance bigger but her love the same

she owns guitar but never played it

its all she has to think of him

she never sold that old apartment

with windows looking at his flat.