Posted in Love Poetry, Memories, Reflection

A Piece of Me 

There is that moment in silence you want to seize time
There is that time in solitude you want to stop moving

There is that chaos in your head when chance becomes an experience

And that every chance it forms into a journey of life.

In my life’s journey, I know I’ve made mistakes but I learned to grow

In my daily living, I felt weak yet I’ve found strength to stand up

In my everyday routine, I’ve struggled still I kept looking for challenges to test me

In my waking hours, I was about to quit but faith kept me going

And at each of these moments I have discovered how blessed I am and have always been.

At the start of each adventure I have found a life I belong

Together, we made promises and breathe that same oath

Together, we discovered our dreams and will thrive to build that drawn plan

Together, we unfolded the same hope and will hold on to fate

And together, we created a family -of friendship, love and a lifetime.

The pieces of recollections are values that bind my soul

The part of each travel are experiences that mold me who I am now

The steps I have taken are my chosen path no matter how hard or where it takes me

The decisions I have made are tests to my limits and boundaries

As each connection unfolds, another chapter of me opens to welcome the next story of myself and I.

A recollection of my life. My birthday tomorrow!! So much to thank for ❤️

14 January 2017

Posted in Love Poetry, Love Story, Memories, Reflection

A Shadow’s Memory

One October day, someone gave me an old shoe box… something’s moving

I wasn’t sure what the ocassion was but i was thankful for the gift…and curious

As i slowly opened the cover… there i saw  a stare

Green eyes looking back… scared and questioning ‘Who are you? Where am I?’ At that moment, i knew you are mine.
You are one frightened creature… aloof and alone

You are one tiny living thing… who lived in fear and in so much pain

But from then, I promised you… you will be happy

From then, i told myself… you will be free

From then, until your last breath… you my little girl will be loved and always.
It took a lot of patience and time… for you to be near me

It took a lot of scratches and patches… for you to be held

It took a lot of courage and will… for you to come out from the dark

It took a lot of waiting and sneaking… for you to be seen out of your shell

When finally the moment came, as I cuddled you close to my heart… you gave me your trust.
Two years on, I can tell you… i still cuddle you in my dreams

I still hear your purring as you nestle on my chest… i still hold you tight

I smile at every chance I think of you… that when i see other cats i know you’re amongst them

I look at your pictures, i giggle at the memories of 14 years… of mischiefs and adventures

My Shadow, my little girl… no days are gone without you being missed

But knowing you’re happy… that thought will keep the days going with you in my heart!

Written: 09 Dec 2016 at 09:59

Remembering my muse… my little girl, Shadow. She crossed the Rainbow Bridge on 10 Dec 2014

Missing you,


Posted in Love Poetry, Memories, Reflection, Writing

One Winter Holiday


A foggy morning enveloped the skies above me
Whilst walking along the streets of Christmas Market
The quiet and empty spaces seem so enviting as roasted chesnuts start to fill the air
A few people coming and going, checking and nosing around
In every stand of little things and keepsakes up for last minute shopping.

The morning dew smells like fresh drops of winter
The chilly breeze bringing sweetness to each breath I take
Violins playing in every corner street as passers by stop to listen
Holiday cheers unfolding as carols can be heard in every stores and shop
That as the day breaks into noon, the once quiet place is filled with harmonious titters.

The silence now broken with the festive sound of angels’ choir
Strangers greeting one another as children smile from ear to ear
Traces of excitement in their eyes as they count the hours left to sleep
Lights surround from nook to nook as bells ringing to the wind’s whispers
While Jolly Old St. Nick’s rosy cheeks lifts the young and old into high spirits.

The wintertide radiate in every child and child at heart into dreaming
That every yearning is filled with the magic of love
There is that longing for beautiful surprises to look forward to
That as soon as Jack Frost bids farewell chances are, tomorrow hope springs
For there’s another winter break to await with pocketful of lists and  a handful of wishes to make.

26 Dec 2015
Vienna, Austria

Posted in Love Poetry, Memories, Photography, Reflection

Rainbows and Puddles


The clouds looking so sad as loneliness trace each line
The wind is gushing and every whisper shivers
I can feel its pain and the turmoil inside
The sky is like a blanket of gray with what’s left of the light
It feels heavy as its tears are ready to let go.

Staring blankly from my window
The weather seems duplicating my emotions
I looked deeply into the darkness
Somehow I want to find a glimpse of heaven
Somewhere I want to find a glimmer of a shadow.

I started reminiscing the moments of you and I
I recounted the times we had together – the good and the bad
When you were my company of pursuits and day dreaming
When you helped design my written ideas into pictures
When you swayed my goals and painted it into a reality.

I began to find myself smiling at the recollection of you
My tears flowing not because I am sad but because I feel blessed
I had you maybe for a short time but those were moments of true love
You’ve taught me how to dream and be inspired of simple things
You’ve showed me how to love patiently even if it takes time.

The rain has stopped and the sun’s up to glitter and shine
I can see the rainbow as the white clouds covers the skies
I peeped through with a hope of seeing you once again – just this time
There I saw at the rainbow’s edge –  You staring back with that same look of love
There, I know that even up there you will still paint my dreams with me.

For my Shadow….1 year on 10th Dec.
Always in my heart my little girl.

6 Dec 2015
20.56 pm

Posted in Dear Diary, Love Poetry, Memories, Reflection, Writing

Looking back


The year is ending –  it has been a rollercoaster ride.
So much has happened – many have come and gone
I can not fathom – some questions left unanswered and some has.

Remembering, some were filled with dismay – the fear of losing, the pain of loss and the feeling of surrender.
Days became weeks and then months, I came across the silver linings of life.
Down on my knees with only a prayer to hold on to – I let it lead me.

Reminiscing, I have found strength but I have witnessed courage.
I have seen hope at each passing days and nights when life remained on a stand still.
I have felt faith through watching every pain and tear.

Looking back, I have learnt from someone’s soul through their eyes.
I have been shown light and a glimpse of the rainbow.
I have sensed comfort through every fall and a hand through which I stand.

In my reflection, I have so much to thank for – I call my blessings.
I have a knit – may not be in the same place but tied tightly to reach another
I have angels – my special stars to shine brightly in the skies when I’m in the dark.

While contemplating, my heart is filled with thanksgiving.
I have my own compass to hold on to each step of every journey
I have a guide to get me through thick and thin…through joys and pain.

God is my North – the centre of my being
Family is my South -the love of my life and I turn to no matter what the odds
True friends – my West to which I hope I can lean on when I need to
Myself is the East – the balance to self, a walk to life and a gift of living.

Anja-Mariela G.
31 Dec 2014

Posted in Love Poetry, Memories, Reflection

Remembering Shadow


Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away into the next room

I am I and you are you

Whatever we were to each other

That we are still

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy way you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes we always enjoyed together

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was

Let it be spoken without effort

Without the ghost of a shadow in it

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same as it ever was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you for an interval

Somewhere very near

Just around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost

One brief moment and all will be as it was before

How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

This poem was given by Catherine Hazleton – a very good friend who knew what to say.

10 Dec 2014 at 4.33pm – I lost my Shadow.

Posted in Dear Diary, Love Poetry, Memories, Reflection, Writing

As Time Goes By


With every tick of the clock – time is passing
Time is slowly moving to another pace – it is bound to end
As time goes by, starting means to begin unfolding pain and hurt
Every broken glass – the shattered pieces clutched
Binded to make it whole – scarred yet determined to face any challenge.
Although fragile – each mark is a piece of sanity.

As time goes by, every road taken may be tough to pursue
There may be struggles along the way – face another ordeal
Despite many gloomy consequences – there is that sense of resilience
A reason to fight – to change perceptions of failure
To change for the better – to find good in a bad situation
That even in hostility – in time all will be subdued.

As time goes by, yesterday will become a distant memory
Time in itself will become a past – a vision of bygones
The past will become a solitude of time – a sign of nothingness
Nothingness will only be a blank canvas – a chance to change
The canvas can become a plan – to find another vision and dream
Another spectre – to draw the blueprint of a new life.

As time goes by, life will seize to breath yet there will be another birth
There will be another creation – another masterpiece made
There will be a chapter written – another story to tell
There will be a place built – designed to its expectations
As time passes by, each piece will fade and may be repainted
For time just keeps going, until we realise when to let go and hold on to what keeps us alive.

Anja-Mariela Gutierrez
Extracts from the poem I wrote in Oct 1993
Edited: 03 May 2014