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Loving you, as you are
In so many ways
Being with you
Even when you are
Miles away

Loving you, now
Desiring to be with you
Letting you be
Even when I want
You near me

Loving you, desperately
Irrationally, then
Leaving you
Wanting you, yet
Wanting you your freedom

Loving you, from a
distance
And up close, intimately
Needing you
And letting you go
Again

Loving you, this way
This amazing way
Is wonderful
Yet, barely imaginable

Loving you, I see
Is infinite
It has no bounds
No rules
It lacks definitions

Loving you, is
Is, is
Reality
Unreal
Loving you is
Real

A young man was getting ready to graduate from college. For many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer’s showroom and knowing his father could well afford it, he told him that was all he wanted.

As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally on the morning of his graduation, his father called him into his private study. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine son and told him how much he loved him. He handed his son a beautifully wrapped gift box. Curious, but somewhat disappointed, the young man opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible, with the young man’s name embossed in gold. Angry, he raised his voice to his father and said, “With all your money, you give me a book?” and stormed out of the house, leaving it.

Many years passed and the young man was very successful in business. He had a beautiful home and wonderful family but realized his father was very old and thought perhaps he should go to him. He had not seen him since that graduation day. Before he could make arrangements, he received a telegram telling him his father had passed away and willed all of his possessions to his son. He needed to go home immediately and take care of things.

When he arrived at his father’s house, sudden sadness and regret filled his heart. He began to search through his father’s important papers and saw the still new Bible, just as he had left it years ago. With tears, he opened it and began to turn the pages. And as he did, a car key dropped from the back of the Bible. It had a tag with the dealer’s name, the same dealer who had the sports car he had desired. On the tag was the date of his graduation and the words: PAID IN FULL.

A farmer had some puppies he needed to sell. He painted a sign advertising the pups and nailed it to a post on the edge of his yard. As he was driving the last nail into the post, he felt a tug on his overalls. He looked down into the eyes of a little boy.

“Mister,” he said, “I want to buy one of your puppies.”
“Well,” said the farmer, as he rubbed the sweat off the back of his neck, “these puppies come from fine parents and cost a good deal of money.”
The boy dropped his head for a moment. Then reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handful of change and held it up to the farmer.
“I’ve got thirty-nine cents. Is that enough to take a look?”
“Sure,” said the farmer.

And with that he let out a whistle, “Here, Dolly!” he called.
Out from the doghouse and down the ramp ran Dolly followed by four little pups of fur. The little boy pressed his face against the chain link fence. His eyes danced with delight.

As the dogs made their way to the fence, the little boy noticed something else stirring inside the doghouse. Slowly another little pup appeared; this one noticeably smaller. Down the ramp it slid. Then in a somewhat awkward manner the little pup began hobbling toward the others, doing its best to catch up.

“I want that one,” the little boy said, pointing to the runt.

The farmer knelt down at the boy’s side and said, “Son, you don’t want that puppy. He will never be able to run and play with you like these other dogs would.”

With that the little boy stepped back from the fence, reached down and began rolling up one leg of his trousers. In doing so he revealed a steel brace running down both sides of his leg attaching itself to a specially made shoe. Looking back up at the farmer he said, “You see sir, I don’t run too well myself, and he will need someone who understands.”

Watch your thoughts, for they become words
Watch your words, for they become actions
Watch your actions, for they become habits
Watch your habits, for they become character
Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny

Life is a mirror
Reflecting back
The places you’ve been
The things you’ve accomplished

Life is a journey
Crossing many paths
Overcoming obstacles
Destined to somewhere

Life is a flower
The spring arrives
Blossoming beautifully
The winter comes, withering away

After so many years of developing my own website templates, I’ve decided to change HmongMe into a blog style.  HmongMe is now powered by WordPress ^^  This will be easier for me to manage because I don’t have to worry about editing each page.  I will soon add my favorite collections of poems and stories again, so stay tune!  Also, many thanks to my beautiful husband, Chao Moua, for uploading WordPress for me ♥