She tills the fields in life, feeding on the grains of knowledge,
she resides at the pinnacle of reasoning.
Her center is fixed on virtues and focused on what is to come.
True love may never come, but romance is always steady.
Contentment accompanies her through the parade of life and
dignity always brings her home.
Her relationship with herself blossoms everyday.
Refined items lace her world and truth adorns her door.
She is stimulated by intellect and moved by her conscience.
She is a loyalist in thought, but an advocate of rights.
Her circle is tight, and she always remains true to her center,
which is virgin of wrongs and cultivated by the will of his ways.
We all absorb her persona and seek her presence.
I have written a little poem dedicated to the women of
Afghanistan and those who are going through what they are going through now. I
sincerely feel that all of you are very special not only to me but to the world.
Your presence, is a present to the world.
You're unique and one of a kind.
Your life can be, what you want it to be.
Take the days, just one at a time.
Count your blessings, not your troubles.
You'll make it through, whatever comes along.
Within you, are so many answers.
Understand, have courage, be strong.
Don't put limits on yourself.
So many dreams, are waiting to be realized.
Decisions are too important, to leave to chance.
Reach for your peak, your goal and your prize.
Nothing wastes more energy, than worrying.
The longer one carries a problem, the heavier it gets.
Live a life of meaning, not a life of regrets.
Remember, that a little love goes a long way.
Remember, that a lot . . . goes forever.
Remember, that friendship is a wise investment.
Life's treasures, are people . . . together.
Realize, that it's never too late.
Do ordinary things, in an extraordinary way.
Have health, hope and happiness.
Take the time, to wish upon a star.
And don't ever forget . . .
For even a day . . .
How very special you are.