Pink as a rose is life in which I live in.
I’m surrounded by beautiful nature.
I bring recognition to The Creator of all others.
Life would be otherwise had it not been for Him.
As I look upon a rose I see His face.
The smell of fresh air reminds me of His fragrance.
I am blessed to be among the living.
Making every day count is my personal endeavor.
I can’t help but see the bright side in all things.
As I sow profitable seeds I expect a profitable return.
My words create my world whether good or bad.
Life is as I see it, Pink as a rose.
By Jeanette Telusma-Herbert
I am one of those girls that could say,
my mom is the best mom ever.
She accepted me, all of me.
Though she was not a scholar she was my greatest fan.
English was not her language but,
She did not let that stop her from
communicating with my teachers.
Faithful was she, day in and day out,
teaching me what a positive role model looked like.
I am now a mother and I use her examples
many times to see me through.
When I share stories of my mom and I,
they stop to listen to gain something from it.
My mom, such a selfless lady.
She gave of herself time and time again.
Her last she would not withhold.
Normally, she would say, you first my darling.
I would do as she said because she said so.
Now there is distance between us but,
we call each other quite often and
never end a call without an ‘I love you’
Jeanette Telusma Herbert