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Dad
by Felicia K.
Sometimes I miss his
smile that lights up my whole day
when I think of him.
Sometimes I think of all the good things
about him like how he could make
me laugh and giggle.
Sometimes I miss my dad a whole lot.
When we celebrate our birthdays
together and only wonder where he
is so I can let him cheer me up,
And not feel sad but happy.
When I see him again and remember
all the good things about him like, I cherish the
way he loves me so much inside and out.
And how I want to remember him, always
a good dad that I can say
is a special and unique beautiful
person inside.
by Felicia K.
Sometimes I miss his
smile that lights up my whole day
when I think of him.
Sometimes I think of all the good things
about him like how he could make
me laugh and giggle.
Sometimes I miss my dad a whole lot.
When we celebrate our birthdays
together and only wonder where he
is so I can let him cheer me up,
And not feel sad but happy.
When I see him again and remember
all the good things about him like, I cherish the
way he loves me so much inside and out.
And how I want to remember him, always
a good dad that I can say
is a special and unique beautiful
person inside.
Our Mimosa Tree
by Michelle R.
When mom brought it home,
Our mimosa tree,
It was just a stick, without leaves, without
anything.
But as the years passed, so did that little
mimosa tree.
Soon branches grew where there were none.
Then leaves and blossoms grew.
Now our mimosa tree is ten or twelve
Feet taller than the house itself.
Long branches bow heavy to the ground,
With leaves and blossoms of powder puff
Pink and white, with long seed pods under them.
This beautiful mimosa tree is here to stay
And grow yet another year older every day.
We think of the past when we first planted it
Our lovely little stick of wood.
Momma knew it would grow tall.
Beautiful, isn’t it?, she now asks.
Yes, it is, I reply back.
by Michelle R.
When mom brought it home,
Our mimosa tree,
It was just a stick, without leaves, without
anything.
But as the years passed, so did that little
mimosa tree.
Soon branches grew where there were none.
Then leaves and blossoms grew.
Now our mimosa tree is ten or twelve
Feet taller than the house itself.
Long branches bow heavy to the ground,
With leaves and blossoms of powder puff
Pink and white, with long seed pods under them.
This beautiful mimosa tree is here to stay
And grow yet another year older every day.
We think of the past when we first planted it
Our lovely little stick of wood.
Momma knew it would grow tall.
Beautiful, isn’t it?, she now asks.
Yes, it is, I reply back.
I love the way she goes out
Of her way to be there for me.
I love the way she always
Wants to protect me, nurture
Me and also tell me
Wrong from right.
I love the way she sees the
Good in me rather than the bad.
I love the way of how
She’s always going to be my mom
And say yes when other
People can’t but the most
Important thing that I love
About my mom is how
I am like her in some ways
And that I will always
Treasure for a lifetime.
I love the way how she can
Always say that she
Never gave up on me
Even when others did.
But God has worked on me
And my mom in special ways
And for that I am truly grateful.
Awakening
by Jason W.
As I rise, wipe the sleep from my eyes,
It's morning to my surprise.
Many are consumed by lies.
A radio report tries...
...to speak of spies,
I tidy up where my frame lies.
A newspaper implies,
Acts of wicked men in disguise.
Still not sure why...?
So many are consumed by lies,
lies, lies.
As I rise, as I rise, as I rise!
by Jason W.
As I rise, wipe the sleep from my eyes,
It's morning to my surprise.
Many are consumed by lies.
A radio report tries...
...to speak of spies,
I tidy up where my frame lies.
A newspaper implies,
Acts of wicked men in disguise.
Still not sure why...?
So many are consumed by lies,
lies, lies.
As I rise, as I rise, as I rise!
