Tricia Mae Chua Biography

Life is too short to be spent
griping about the past,
things you don't have,
places you haven't seen,
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You were a young leaf
A flapping shimmer of green
In the early spring sunshine
Happy, joyous
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Even now I dream of you
In different forms and guises.
Simple joys of aery days—
Rooster crows to greet the morning,
...

The day opens with a gray nondescript sky
Yellowing leaves strewn haphazardly
on the patchy lawn below my bedroom window.
The air motionless outside except for an occasional breeze
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I am a child of the Light and I will return to the Light.
This thought brings me hope and much joy.
We are all wounded like shards of broken glass.
That is both the pain and beauty of life—
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