Thơ: CUỘC ĐỜI LÀ CHUYẾN TÀU MỘT CHIỀU/Poem: LIFE IS A ONE-WAY TRAIN

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Write a fantasy story about the adventure of Number zero through various math fields and ocean, meeting shapes and visiting different planes, etc.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a number named Zero. Zero was unique in that it was neither positive nor negative, and represented a neutral point between numbers. Zero always felt left out among the other numbers, who were constantly adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing. Zero longed for adventure, to explore the world and discover its purpose.

One day, Zero decided to embark on a journey through the world of mathematics. It began its journey by travelling through the field of arithmetic, where it met addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. They welcomed Zero with open arms and taught it their ways. Zero learned that addition brought numbers closer together, while subtraction pushed them apart. Multiplication made numbers grow, while division made them shrink. Zero was fascinated by the way these operations could change the value of numbers.

Next, Zero travelled through the world of geometry, where it met shapes of all kinds. Triangles, squares, circles, and more greeted Zero, and they all seemed to have personalities of their own. Triangles were sharp and pointed, squares were sturdy and reliable, and circles were perfect and smooth. They showed Zero how to calculate their areas and perimeters, and Zero felt more knowledgeable than ever before.

Zero's journey then took it through the ocean of trigonometry, where it met waves of sine, cosine, and tangent. They taught Zero how to measure angles and calculate the lengths of sides in right triangles. Zero was amazed at the complexity of trigonometry, and it felt like it was finally understanding the world of math.

Finally, Zero travelled through the planes of calculus, where it met derivatives, integrals, and limits. They showed Zero how to find slopes, areas under curves, and how to determine the behavior of functions. Zero felt like it had reached the pinnacle of mathematical knowledge.

But then, as Zero looked out into the vast expanse of the universe, it realized that there was still so much it didn't know. Zero longed to explore beyond the world of math, to venture into the unknown and discover new horizons.

So Zero set out once again, this time on a journey through the planes of reality. It travelled through dimensions and met beings of all shapes and sizes. It encountered worlds made entirely of shapes, and others where math didn't exist at all. Zero was awestruck by the diversity and wonder of the universe.

Finally, after a long and wondrous journey, Zero returned home, to the world of math. It had learned so much, seen so much, and experienced so much. It realized that it didn't need to be positive or negative to be important. Zero was the center of everything, the pivot point around which everything revolved. It was then that Zero understood its true purpose, to be a neutral point from which everything could be measured and understood. Zero was content and happy, and it knew that it had found its place in the world.

YOUR 18TH BIRTHDAY

Sweetheart, today you are turning 18

Mommy created a name poem on handmade paper rose canvas for you, and Daddy wrote a long letter for you on the special occasion when you reach a highly anticipated milestone in your life. We hope these two unique gifts will accompany you on your journey ahead so that you will always feel our love around you wherever you go, whenever you are and whatever you do. Remember that we are forever your "parent-chute" in life.

Wish you a life full of happiness,

Pray that your mind is tranquil and peaceful at all times

I REMEMBER

She always says that she does not enjoy reading or writing poems. But her in-class 20-minute writing assignment is surprisingly impressive and she is undoubtedly endowed with great creative writing potentials. Her teacher gave her a 10/10 score for this work. So proud of my daughter!

I REMEMBER

by YA

I remember coming home and smelling the spices bouncing in the pan. 

And looking at my bedroom wall, watching how my father`s fingers dance in the hollow light, casting stories upon us in the late, dark night.

I remember hearing the silent footsteps of my brother trying to sneak out to catch the last glimpse of the Disney Channel.

I remember biking in the park with my best friend, remembering the dreams and plans we made that melted way, to something different and new.

And my grandpa sneaking books to me when I was two, even if I would tear the presents after, even if I didn`t mean to.

I remember drawing all over the walls because we ran out of paper, remembering the huge yellow elephant in the living room and how mad my mom was.

And every summer I would go on the balcony and use our 10-year-old telescope trying to find a constellation - I never did, but my dad would join me and that was worth it.

And I remember my grandma yelling at my dad and I to get in from the balcony because of the cold weather.

I remember going to a fair with my family with tickets in my pockets and ice cream in my hands.

Absorbing the beautiful summer sun, and racing my brother to the bumper cars, waiting in the long, painful line, both of us betting on who`ll win, but that was yesterday.

A CHRISTMAS POEM

It is June, not Christmas season. I was flipping a book of quotations at Salvation Army one Saturday, and there it fell down on the floor, a sheet of printed poem with decorated borders in the Xmas theme. No author name, no title. But the poem is so beautiful. I tried to google the name of author in vain, just because that poem is quoted from various sources with different names every time. So, let's just call it "A Christmas poem" from unknown author:

I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book

And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look

And that is when I realize that these names are a part

Not of the book they're in, but of my very heart

For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime

And in that meeting they've become the rhymth in each rhyme

And while it sounds fantastic for me to make this claim

I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name

And while you may not be aware of any "special link"

Just meeting you has changed my life a lot more than you think

For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase

The memory of a pleasant work or of a friendly face

So never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine

Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between

For I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you

It's because you are on a list of folks I'm indebted to

For I am but the total of the many folks I've met

And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget

And whether I have known you for many years or few

In some ways you have had a part in shaping things I do

And every year when Christmas comes, I realize a new

The best gift life can offer is meeting folks like you

And may the spirit of Christmas that forever endures

Leave the richest blessings in the hearts of You and Yours

(Unknown author)

CATCHING A FALLING STAR

The lyrics of Perry Como's hit song "Catching a falling star" are so beautiful:

"Catch A Falling Star"

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
(Pocketful of starlight, hm,hm,hm,hm,hm,hm)

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

(Save it for a rainy, save it for a rainy, rainy, rainy, day)

For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
With just a pocketful of starlight

Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Never let it fade away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
Save it for a rainy day

(Save it for a rainy day)
Save it for a rainy day

Writer(s): Lee Pockriss, Lee Julien Pockriss, Paul Vance
Copyright: Music Sales Corporation, Emily Music Corp.

KIDS ARE LIKE KITES

Kids
are like 
kites. You 
spend a lifetime
trying to get them off
the ground. You run with
them until you are both breathless
~ they crash ~ You add a longer tail ~
they hit the rooftop. ~ You pluck them out
of the spout ~ you patch and comfort, adjust and
teach ~ You watch them lifted by the wind and tell them 
that someday they will fly! ~ Finally they are airborne, but 
they need more string. ~ You keep letting the string out 
but with each twist of the ball of twine, there is 
some sadness that goes with the joy because the
kite becomes more distant and somehow you 
know it won't be long before that 
beautiful creature will snap 
the lifeline that bound 
you together and soar 
as it was meant to 
soar - Free and 
alone ... Only 
then do you 
know that 
you did 
your
job.  

(Erma Bombeck)  

The following is extracted from the website of  Wendy Fereday Swim School

An old adage compares raising children to flying a kite. Mom and Dad attach their string and run down the road hoping to catch a breeze. The colorful kite bounces in the dust behind them. After a few dismal (and one seriously funny) failures, they climb a hill and, with great effort, manage to entice the kite a few feet into the air. Gent tugging here and there, moving around to find the strongest winds and the little kite begins to fly itself. But just when they think it is safely underway, great danger appears. It dives toward electrical lines and spirals perilously near tall treetops. Parents are gripped by fear. But an unexpectedly timely gust of wind catches the kite, lifting it upward. Mom and Dad begin feeding line as rapidly as they can.

The kite then becomes difficult to hold. Parents reach the end of their line. The little craft requires more freedom. Dad stands on tiptoe to accommodate the tug. The string is precariously clasped between his thumb and index finger. The moment comes; it slips through his anxious fingers and the kite soars off into the heavens.

Parents stare proudly at their kite, now a pinpoint of color in the sky. Proudly and a bit sadly. Their labor – of love, of fear, of fighting, of laughing – is finished. The kite is free. And so, for the first time in so many years, are they.

Most of you are still at the very beginning of the story. Some are still attaching to your sweet little kites, other bumping along in the dust. Still others are starting to feel the winds pick up and seeing glimmers of flight in your kids. Wherever you are, be encouraged that the story doesn’t end here. You are just in a scene – some scenes are beautiful and others hard. Know that there is hope and strength for you when there is no breeze at all and it seems impossible that your little one will ever get off the ground. They will. The scene will change and you will be that parent watching your kite fly higher and higher. Until that time, enjoy this scene and give plenty of grace to your children and yourself.

Thank you for loving your children well!

GRANDMA'S PEARLS OF WISDOM

I want to share this touching poem by Becky Netherland which was enclosed in a flyer I received long time ago to advertise for the "Grandma's Pearls of Wisdom Pearl Necklace" from the Bradford Exchange fine jewellery.
 

Grandma's Pearls of Wisdom

To My Granddaughter...

I’ve traveled paths you’ve yet to walk
Learned lessons old and new
And now this wisdom of my life
I’m blessed to share with you

Let kindness spread like sunshine
Embrace those who are sad
Respect their dignity, give them joy
And leave them feeling glad

Forgive those who might hurt you
And though you have your pride
Listen closely to their viewpoint
Try to see the other side

Walk softly when you’re angry
Try not to take offense
Invoke your sense of humor
Laughter’s power is immense!

Express what you are feeling
Your beliefs you should uphold
Don’t shy away from what is right
Be courageous and be bold

Keep hope right in your pocket
It will guide you day by day
Take it out when it is needed
When it’s near, you’ll find a way

Remember friends and family
Of which you are a precious part
Love deeply and love truly
Give freely from your heart

The world is far from perfect
There’s conflict and there’s strife
But you still can make a difference
By how you live your life

And so I’m very blessed to know
The wonders you will do
Because you are my granddaughter
And I believe in you 

(©2008 Becky Netherland for The Bradford Group) 

If you want to find nice greetings and poems for your grandma, here is a link for some:

http://www.pic2fly.com/Grandmother+Granddaughter+Quotes.html

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

I am the happiest Mother in the world! Take a look at the special Mother's Day gift Mew made by herself for me. So impressive, so lovely and so thoughtful! We are all amazed at the notes she writes in French because they are not only very well-versed but also perfect in grammar and spelling. I am so proud of my daughter!

She knows that I am "smart" and good at Word Search game so she makes a word puzzle for me:

Mew is learning about Haiku poems at school so she attempts to make one for me:

These notes will definitely make all mothers' hearts melt:

And the last gift, one-of-a kind, very personalized and touching. Mew has seen Mommy clipping coupons for years and now it's her turn to hand me the most invaluable coupons ever:

Ma cherie, ma cocotte, thank you so much from the bottom of my heart! Mommy has never been a wonderful maman but Mommy just wants you to know that EVERYTHING I DO, I DO IT FOR YOU! Love you xxx!

HAPPY FIRST BIRTHDAY TO TOMMY, HOORAY!

I have been a bit busy recently because Tommy is an "eat-nothing" baby and whenever I try to force him to eat by spoon-feeding him, it normally takes about 1 to 2 hours for 60ml of either infant formula or baby food to get into his stomach. It is really much harder to feed him than Mew at the same age, although Mew was also quite well-known for her slow eating habit. However, we are lucky since Tommy, unlike his sister, seems not to have reflux problem. In a typical month, Tommy loses his appetite for everything (except, of course, breast milk) during about 2-3 weeks and loses weight consequently. Then the week after, he appears to gain back his appetite, finishing his meals quicker with less fights, lol, and regains his weight. During subsequent weeks, the circle of no eat-eat-no eat returns. It is so stressful for me as I spend all my time at home with him just on preparing his meals then feeding him without much success. I know healthcare professionals here and maybe almost all other Western-style moms would object me in this issue of feeding, but my mommy instinct does not allow me to "let him decide how much he wants to eat" because if I let it be, he could go several days without eating or drinking anything and only survive on my breast milk source which has unfortunately been diminishing.


Anyway, he is no longer a baby, yeah! We celebrated his 1st birthday last week and I am full of hope that being a toddler now, Tommy will be able to enjoy food happily like other babies.


Mommy has made a poem especially for you, Tommy, with all of the letters in your name and wish you all the best. This is a gift from Daddy and Mommy for you on your 1st birthday and hope it will be a keepsake for you.

To follow with the trend of having a cake smashing photo session on the 1st birthday of a baby, I decided to make a homemade 2-tier cake and a bunch of cupcakes with the letters in Tommy's name so that Tommy could smash cakes and the whole family could still have cakes to enjoy, lol. Honestly, I planned to order a birthday cake at a bakery but it turned out that the order should have been made at least 2 weeks in advance. Consequently I had no choice but baking and decorating the birthday cake and the cupcakes myself (they were all delicious by the way, :)).

I also made a simple pop-up card for Tommy and Mew made some cute cards with the sweetest words for her little brother.

Finally, here is the slideshow of the milestone birthday celebration of our Tommy.

CHILDREN LEARN WHAT THEY LIVE











YOU ARE ALWAYS LOVED!

Dear Mew

In spite of the geographical distance between you and your grandparents, you are always in their minds and their hearts, just as you always miss them and miss our home country. We parents hope that you will never forget who we are and where we come from as well as will preserve our own language and cultural traditions until future generations. Mommy and Daddy (and of course your grandparents) are very happy to hear that you prefer living in our home country because you can have your real large family around with your loving grandparents. We are also very proud of you when you can spell and read nearly the whole story book we brought with us from the last home visit - in our own language. Keep going forward, our little princess, with your self-confidence as you can do anything if you try hard enough, and you know that we are always just behind you, to follow each step of progress you make, to share your joys and achievements, to lighten your sorrows and to help you overcome the failures to stand up for challenges again to reach farther on your life path.

Mommy is posting here the poem made by your Grandma for your birthday so that you can keep it as a treasured memory and a symbol of the uncountable love that your grandparents shed on you. Sweetie, you are always loved!

LES POÈMES SONT SI BELLES...

Last night during my search for ideas to create a secret letter dedicated to Mew as required by her French teacher, I found a very nice site full of inspirational images and music and touching poems written in French: http://www.chezmaya.com/puces.htm. I felt in love immediately with one of these beautiful poems written by Kriss de Niort:D’une mère à sa fille...

Je n’ai jamais entendu tes prières
Ni regardé les dessins dont tu étais si fière.
Toute la journée au bureau, à la lessive, au fourneau,
Tenir la maison était un lourd fardeau.

Le soir, je te bordais, vite fait, t’embrassais
Et partais me coucher, fourbue, harassée
Tu aurais aimé que je reste là, près de toi
Et que dans tes boucles, je pose mes doigts.

Tu aurais aimé que je te lise une histoire,
Mais ton beau livre n’est jamais sorti de l’armoire.
Je n’ai pas su goûter ces instants précieux
Où nous aurions pu avoir tant de bonheur nous deux.

Tu as grandi là, à côté de moi,
Jour après jour, mois après mois.
Je n’ai vu tous ces changements
Qu’à la taille de tes vêtements.

Chaque fois que tu voulais me parler,
Je disais :"Je n’ai pas le temps, demain !"
Mais maintenant, tu t’en es allée
Et mes jours sont devenus vides et sans fin.

Les années sont passées aujourd’hui, j’ai du temps
Mais il est trop tard, tu n’est plus là maintenant
Ta chambre vide attend mes petits enfants
Et le livre d’histoires est sorti, à présent.

Pendant mes longues siestes, je ferme les yeux
Et j’essaie de refaire le chemin en arrière :
Je t’imagine, jouant, criant, récitant des prières ;
Je te presse contre moi, remets de l’ordre dans tes cheveux…

Puis je me réveille, seule dans cette maison
Devenue désormais une tombe, une prison.
Tu es partie, sans un mot, sans dire où tu allais
Je n’entends plus ton rire, ni le bruit de tes pas dans l’allée.

Si tu savais combien j’ai de peine
Tu reviendrais pour que je te dise : « Je t’aime ».
Ma fille, toi dont je suis si fière,
J’ai honte de n’avoir point su être une mère.

Or am I so touched by the words of a mother losing her daughter, Sylvie:

Merci d’avoir accepté le voyage
Car d’entre toutes ces femmes
C’est moi que tu as choisie
Pour faire un passage à la vie
And Bianka's poem "Je te regarderai grandir..." speaks for all the mothers like me:Je te regarderai grandir
Entre tes pleurs et tes sourires
Je te regarderai vieillir
En te guidant vers l'avenir.

Et je te montrerai la vie
Ses joies ses peines et ses couleurs
Je serai toujours ton amie
Fidèle témoin de tes bonheurs.

Car tu es mon enfant
Celui que j'ai tant désiré
Celui que toujours j'aimerai
Que toujours j'aimerai.

Ensemble nous marcherons loin
Vers le plus doux des lendemains
Et nous irons main dans la main
Cueillir les fleurs de ton destin
Car tu es mon enfant
Celle que toujours j'aimerai
Que toujours j'aimerai.

Et quand plus tard, tu partiras
Quand tu auras trouvé ta voie
Je serai triste mais tu sauras
Que je suis toujours là pour toi
Car tu es mon enfant.

Tu es mon enfant
Celui que j'ai tant désiré
Celui que toujours j'aimerai
Que toujours j'aimerai !

I was therefore motivated to create my own poem in French for Mew. In fact, her teacher requests us parents to write a letter to our child as a special activity during the month of Love in order to express why our child is so special in our eyes, why she brightens up our days and why she makes us smile. The teacher will then read this unique letter to our child in front of her class.

I have to say that my French writing is still very limited and this poem is my great effort to not only put the words into the appropriate phrases but also make them rhyme. Hope that Mew will appreciate my poem once her French is improved significantly. But more importantly, we hope Mew will feel and understand thoroughly our beyond-the-end-of-life love to her and only her.

A PERSONALIZED NAME POEM

I proudly made this poem for my daughter in 2007: