By Melody Nadal Aka Ody Munson

Dear Melody Nadal, also known as Ody Munson,
May I ask how are you today?
Should I say, as a forty-year-old adult, you must know who you are very well?
How are you with your goals? Did you accomplish any?

The mother side of me, I love all of my kids.
By blood or by poetry, they are my babies.
But dear Ody, you’re doing great being their mother and founder.
Sometimes take time to rest.
Life is too long a road for your quest.

Oh! I am resting, my dear conscience.
My kids are my happy pill.
Giving my unconditional love in my own free will.

Your love for writing and poetry is exemplary.
You will do better if you will guide many.

Excuse me, my dear ego, maybe you missed to visit Horizons,
My home for talented migrant workers for many.

Miss writer, how openly did you share your knowledge to inspire and motivate?

Every day of my life, I’m writing my five-minute written piece,
Sharing it in Daily Life in Covid-19; this is my 144th prompt.
Happily sharpening my brain, Alzheimer’s I’m avoiding.
Sooner or later I’m aging.

Here we go again, dear Ody, don’t worry too much.
You’re living life to the fullest.
Even if there’s a pandemic, you’re saying your everyday grace.
You don’t need thumbs ups or sweet phrases.
Never change yourself because sometimes there are bashers and hard-headed people around you.

Continue what you’re doing: writing.
After that, speak up through reciting.
Continue to show your love to humanity.
Helping the distressed, sharing is caring.
The greatest performance is through acts of kindness without asking anything in return.

Be happy and contented in this pandemic; you got a chance to help,
Although you miss your family.
Don’t lose hope, just keep on doing your passion,
Till you don’t know your next creation.

You’re next to your husband, no more recession.
Help in making mother earth healed; that’s the biggest form of education.
All of us need positive transformation.
Right now, never stop sending your love through poetry, your never-ending dedication.

I love you, self.
Sometimes it’s okay not to be okay.
Self-love, that’s what will heal the pain from the past.
Always change for the better.
This poem is my gift to you, my reader.