These I Do

I do love flowers, just as much bees love nectars. I do see the beauty in all of them be from Safeway, or a garden, or a nursery. I turn into a paparazzi taking pictures as soon as I spotted.

I do write poems and essays, just as much as doctors write prescriptions. I do write about my dreams, my love, my values, my views, my fantasies and imaginations. I write on my notebooks, notepads, post-it notes, paper towels, and unopened mails.

I do take care of my cats. I do feed them at least twice a day. I give them sponge baths, treats, Ma’s tuna cans and all the lovin’.

I do keep track of birthdays, believing everyone is a gift and each year is worth a celebration. I gift from the heart never minding the tags.

I do visit other blogs and read others’ posts, especially, poems and I love the photos too. I am amazed how most of my fellows have thousands of followers and hundreds of likes and comments and yet they remain humble.

There’s so much things I do, which I wish I can share all to you. But “TMI, too TMI” said the critic in me. I have to consider that too.