My Diary .....
It is my silent friend ever
Here or there we last together
Travel or move where I go
It keeps me always through
It is my friend with the pen
That never stands still
Bare my tempers that fill
My story with them seems endless
As they never be helpless
I smile, I cry and I love
In my dairy …. With love
Classes at ALI
Getting a PhD. Is my dream
To the TESOL program I creep
To get a place I always believe
Being back a student I like to be
My first class was writing with Kyle
He keeps me happy and smile
With the slides he shows and hide
And the tips we keep in mind
Writing is more than setting a file
It is the expression of what is inside
His emails make me fine
They are brief and wise
What can I say about the class of Mike?
It is the grammar that I never like
My scores were not fine
So I prepare to get my desire
Class of Burke is something else
It is a movie more or less
Watching, learning and discuss
Talking, acting and express………
Equality…….
Males, females are the same
Everybody is equal
Foreigner or local
American or international
Work is the point
Studying is the aim
Freedom is the notion
And
Struggling for education…..
Shopping Online…
Going shopping was my aim
To get a wireless device I claim
The rain was falling
My kids were wet
I got home quickly
Without the wireless unhappily
With a mug of coffee
And a piece of biscuit
The idea flash upon
My eyes glitter
My lips smiles
Yes, I can shop
I can shop online
No more rain or snow
Little late but ok
I ordered, paid and got
And
From this experience I learnt a lot…..
Indiana in winter….
Is it old and pale?
Or
Young and lovely as a bride
This question comes around
In my way on the ground
It was dressed with the snow
I run and slow
Amazed with the show
White, soft and tender
I stand to a tree
That move there and here
Either was dancing with the breeze
Or shivering from the freeze
Covered from root to leaves
With such a view I was pleased………
