All posts by May Ling B

Who is May Ling? Quirky poet, writer, blogger, *aspiring novelist*, wine in the rain enthusiast... Headphones, pen & paper = a happy gal. What you need to know: My daughter is my world ♥ I think the rain is sexy. Add a little wine to that. I talk too much... which is why I need to put pen to paper. I NEED to believe that love really exists. I'm in love with love. Music fills any empty space. The dance floor is my solace. I have a soft spot for the artistic soul. I'm stubborn, impatient and always late. Whether you believe it or not... I'm freakishly shy. (Which is why this blog in itself is so amazing) *RE-EXAMINE ALL THAT YOU HAVE BEEN TOLD - DISMISS THAT WHICH INSULTS YOUR SOUL*
Poems

Run away with me

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You're dangerous
          and everything screams RUN
But I'm mesmerized 
Can't break my stare
          or the hold you have
Everything is on fire,
                     let it turn to ash
It's all innocent, right?
That's what I say anyway
Just drive through the night with me
          chasing down the dawn
          until the light fades away
And we don't know where we are anymore
I'll follow you anywhere
          to feel this alive
Just take my hand - lead me away 
Musings

My Little Lady

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How can I begin to explain how even though the last 10 years of my life have been filled with my greatest heartaches, that they were still the best years of my life? The only way to answer that is simply: Aimee.

Being her mother has been my unparalleled privilege and joy. I sincerely do not believe that I knew true, conditional love until she was placed in my arms. And in that moment everything made sense, and nothing else mattered.

It’s amazing to me to see the young lady she has become and how her light touches so many lives. To be around her is to experience exhilaration. I am humbled by her and strive to be the best version of myself for her. When I count my blessings, I count her twice.

Aimee is an old soul and wise beyond her years. With her passion for reading, she’s a little girl constantly after my heart. She’s curious, compassionate, immensely intelligent, creative, wildly talented, artistic, brave, funny, thoughtful, kind and quite quirky – again, a little girl after my heart. There are times that even as her mother, I forget her age – because how can someone so astonishing only be a child?

But today, my baby girl has hit double digits and is a baby no more. So HAPPY 10th BIRTHDAY Aimee! I love you more than words can ever express, but I’ll spend a lifetime showing you. I wish the rest of you can experience an ounce of her awesomeness, but I’m quite selfish and I don’t like to share.

Poems

Be Brave

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I know the walls are caving in
Just be still with me
     and let the war rage on
          as the world falls apart
I'll drown you in love
and we'll be free from the close
Dare to be audacious - 
     I'll stand my ground
And should you crash,
     into me you'll collide
Take refuge - 
              You are home