Hanny Gompana Poems

She never cried!

Her eyes were red
Her face was swollen
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In the quite hours of the evening's grace she seeks a love that time cannot erase
A Love that is not bound by fleeting moments or desires
A Love that is like a gentle warmth which lights the dark
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In a world where shadows blend with light,
She was born beneath a star so bright
In halls of lavishness where dreams take flight
Her heart was full of Hope and guiding light
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In a cozy home where joy everywhere, 
Live a husband and wife, as different as can be, 
They share the same space, yet see things apart, 
Each with their own view, their own kind of art.

He looks at a painting, thinks it's a gem, 
She sees a jumble, with chaos at the end, 
They both see the same thing but in different ways, 
Finding their truths in their own unique gaze.
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In a cozy home where life felt fine,
A change was coming, by design.
From one state to a land afar,
She moved to The Pearl of the Orient, like a shining star.
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In halls of care, where kindness flowed,
A mother's heart with love bestowed.
With gentle hands and endless grace,
She made the world a brighter place.
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What is prosperity but a glittering mirage,
a promise of abundance that tempts us to chase after fleeting wealth?

Does the word of God, in its ancient wisdom, merely echo with the promise of riches,
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In the quiet of her mind, a storm brews deep,
A whirlwind of choices, some awake, some asleep.
She stands at the crossroads, unsure where to go,
As the weight of her past is all she knows.
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A Tribute to an unsung hero

We grew in a house where silence spoke,
Not in warmth, but in words left unawoke.
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Happy Mother's Day! ! ! !

She's the best mom in the whole wide world,
A storyteller, with wisdom unfolding.
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