She Can


She’s out there

Dreaming somewhere

She wants to tell to the world that…she can.

She is out there

So beautiful

She is mine

She brings joy and she brings life

She closes her eyes

And she closes her hopes for another night

She has dreams, so many of them

She knows that she can.

She is the one that you would love

She gives hope to the world.

For a brighter day, for some happiness

No more fear in her life

That’s what I pray

She just wants a chance

Give her a chance!

Many said “You won`t make it,

You were born in the wrong place!

Many said “You are too young

The same told you, “Now it’s too late!

But deep in herself she hoped for that day

The day that her hopes were worth the try.

She didn’t listen because that inner voice

Told her not to cry

She got up on that bus,

She got up on that train

She got up on that plane

She saw an angel

She saw him fly

She took his wings

And went up high

She said she’ll make people happy

And one day when no one knew

She smiled.

Foto attribute: russavia


It’s All The Fall’s Fault

Yes, its been a while since I have posted on my blog… But, you know, I have been a little busy being creative in a different way that I like. It’s not my fault, it’s the Fall’s fault that comes with those beautiful colors and delicious smells; those windy nights and those rainy days that ask for some pair of boots and some good coffee or tea and pumpkin pancakes. The leaves falling become your favorite sound of nature and your child walking and deliberately stepping on them become your inspiration that no matter how many things we have there is nothing that compares with that inner happiness we find in the nature. The first ‘flower’ I got from my husband when we started dating was a leaf and I framed it. That’s exactly how autumn makes me feel, I want to frame every little Fall experience because from falling comes the new life and the glory of the blossoming…












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Retë hedhin litarët e gjatë,

Që shiu të zbresë mbi tokë.

Mijëra pikla rendin me nxitim

Ca bien mbi çadra, ca mbi kokë.


Ca bien mbi pellgje me ujë

Ca bien mbi çati

Ca bien mbi gjethe e lule

Ca lajnë xhamat në çdo shtëpi.


Ca mbi gjuhë vogëlushësh,

Kur përqeshin shoku-shokun.

Ca mbi sy e mbi kapuçë…

Mua sot më lagu bllokun.


Ca pikla bien mbi hundë

Ca mbi det, liqen e shatërvan

Ca mbi rrugë e trotuarë

Ca të tjera makina lajnë.


Kur zbret shiu nga qielli

Të gjithë njerëzit i prek

Kur bie shi mos u dëshpëroni

Kur bie shi, ju prekni retë!


©Ledia Bostic

Ilustration: Shirli Permeti

Play Fun, Play Dough!

Play Dough

Play dough, play dough,
It’s so fun to play,
You can make a bird,
A beautiful blue jay!

Yes way!

Who needs all these toys
When you become the maker
Of a colorful house,
That lays on a green acre.

I’m not a story maker!

You can make a star,
You can make a snake
You can make a bunny
You can make a cake!

How cool is that?

I know someone
That would make trees
And turtles and flowers
And tiny little bees.

Trust me please!

I can make a butterfly,
I can make a fish,
The funniest part though,
Is when smashed and squished.

It’s like jelly fish!

Let’s not buy toys
For sometimes I say,
Just get some play dough
It will save your day!

It will be okay!

Lullaby On A Rocking Chair


An empty rocking chair won’t rock
If you don’t sit on it,
A lullaby won’t live
If you don’t sing,
A hand will be lonely
If you don’t hold another hand,
Words will disappear
If written on sand.
A heart will grow cold
Without the warmth of love,
A house without people
Cannot be called `home`,
We all need each-other
On bright days and gray ones,
I would not be `me`
Without everyone.

© Ledia Bostic


I decided today not to tell to my daughter ‘No!’, when she does simple mistakes such as how an animal should sound; I didn’t tell her ‘No!’ when she flipped too many pages through her book just to go to her favorite picture first; I didn’t get impatient when she ate lunch so slow by herself with out my help; I didn’t mind if she sat on the floor behaving like one of our dogs; I didn’t correct her when instead of saying ‘fish’ she says, “Cocoli!”, (How did she even came up with that? Hearing “fish” and saying “cocoli” are two way different words from each other). Today, I didn’t tell my husband to not give her any of his sugar coated cereal, (Yes, I’m one of those moms all about healthy food). I didn’t tell her ‘No!’ when she wanted to jump in a rain puddle.  


And I laughed, I smiled, and I cherished every little moment… when she wanted all her baby dolls and fluffy toys in her crib and when she wanted to eat a snack on our bed. 


She will grow so fast and I want to stop and be able to be thankful about all these little things that make her the cutest. Feel the peace and beauty in the midst of all the changing diapers and training and learning and schedules.  


I’m thankful that God chose me, in the midst of the imperfections I have and gave me this little perfect being, trusting me to be her mom. 

When you are thankful it’s easy to see perfection in a mess. 



11 Ways of Painting


You can paint with a brush

Those little chicks that blush.

You can paint with a color spray

A bird, a beautiful blue jay.


You can paint with your finger

A cold snowy day of winter.

You can paint with a sponge

Your mom’s picnic Sunday punch.


You can paint with a leaf

The many colors of a reef.

You can paint with your feet

Walk on paper instead of the street.


You can paint with a color splash

A big watermelon smash.

You can paint with your marbles,

You can paint blowing bubbles.


You can paint using your toes

And paint a morning dew rose.

You can paint with blueberries

Your favorite little fairies.


What you choose to paint with

It doesn’t matter much today.

It matters though if you paint or not

So bring some color to the grey!

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Photo credit: Jim Pennucci