Family seems immortal
But it can break easily
You can always mend it back together
Some people decide not to…
Family seems immortal
But it can break easily
You can always mend it back together
Some people decide not to…
Family is laughter
Playing together and sometimes getting hurt
Your family can always treat your wound
Some people decide to make a bigger one…
Family is warm
Like a fresh-baked brownie
Love in every touch
But sometimes your brownie gets cold…
Family is precious
Like a sparkling diamond
Glistening in the sunlight
But sometimes the diamond shatters…
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Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
Leaves (written by me in 4th grade)
They cling on to the branch
Like a mother holding on to her children.
They sway in the wind
They cling on to the branch Like a mother holding on to her children. They sway in the wind And let it influence them Just as we let others influence us. They are open to the world, Showing everyone their true colors. And though we may try to hide, There is always someone who has seen us bare. But the leaves embrace their end, Knowing when it is time to let go. But unlike us The leaves do not cry or mourn, For they know that their time has come. But we are different. Embrace it, Surrender to it, Avoid it, This is what we do When we know our time has come. We waste time weeping over our deaths When we could be celebrating other's lives. We waste time avoiding death When we could be embracing loved ones. We waste time running away When we could be running with. Live life to the fullest Because you never know When it's time to let go of the branch. Have no regrets Because each one tells a different story. And just as the leaves have their stories We have ours
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They cling on to the branch Like a mother holding on to her children. They sway in the wind And let it influence them Just as we let others influence us. They are open to the world, Showing everyone their true colors. And though we may try to hide, There is always someone who has seen us bare. But the leaves embrace their end, Knowing when it is time to let go. But unlike us The leaves do not cry or mourn, For they know that their time has come. But we are different. Embrace it, Surrender to it, Avoid it, This is what we do When we know our time has come. We waste time weeping over our deaths When we could be celebrating other's lives. We waste time avoiding death When we could be embracing loved ones. We waste time running away When we could be running with. Live life to the fullest Because you never know When it's time to let go of the branch. Have no regrets Because each one tells a different story. And just as the leaves have their stories We have ours
Saturday, August 12, 2017
My First Friend (written by me in 2nd grade)
I remember
The first day of preschool
My small body shaking with fear
I remember
The first day of preschool
My small body shaking with fear
I took my place at the corner of the rug
Hiding from the world
Shy and scared.
A small girl took her place next to me
As we talked I stopped being scared
All my goose bumps melted into my skin
The girl was Chinese
Unlike me
But we had lots in common
We played together every recess
We talked together everyday
I had made a friend.
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