0To my truly precious children
I give all I can spare,
for it isn’t things you need,
but my time, my love, my care.
Are you grateful for all this?
I am positive that you are,
for I only do my part,
you’re my world, my life, my heart
that is why it is beating…
0I love being a kid
‘coz I never grow old.
Kids are always lucky
they teach you everything.
Kids are really special
because they’re the hope of life.
They symbolize happiness
because they make life be so real.
I love being a kid
and I dream big
I wanna win
I wanna shine.
0Our parents say-
‘Children are like gold,
they do just what
they are always told.’
Our enemies say-
‘Children are a trouble,
they should be sent
to Mars in a bubble.’
Our teachers say-
‘Children are naughty’
we can’t handle more than
twenty or forty.
Our grandparents say-
‘Children are precious,
about their tricks,
we are suspicious.
Our best friends say-
‘WE ARE FRIENDLY,
EQUAL TO GOD
AND ARE HEAVENLY.
0In my bed,
I view my day.
The things I did
Instead of play
Were nothing much.
Just eat and nap
With the sun streaming down
Landing gracefully upon my face.
I climbed a few trees,
But stopped when I scraped my knees.
I built a lego tower,
In which I told my cat not to devour,
But she did anyway.
My green army men
Had a battle
Against Bionic Puppy,
Who ate their limbs
And some of their heads.
They didn’t damage him much,
though.
i inserted
Bubblegum
Int my little sister’s hair,
But then I had to clean it out.
I tried my skateboard
In the living room
But only achieved a few face-plants
And getting grounded for a few weeks.
Now I think
I should have done
A little more of something fun
Like skydiving
Or zip-lining
Or getting a puppy.
But not today.
Today, I simply played.
0A teacher will do her best
To give us knowledge that we need.
To be planted in solitude and cultivate.
For it will serve a treasure in our lives.
A teacher will relate and share
To us her experiences and memories
To give awareness the challenges of life,
And the morale lessons they learned.
A teacher explain, demonstrate and inspire
Explanation, that leaves no gap,
Demonstration, that shows true performance
Inspiration, that gives hope and faith.
A teacher will always guide us
From childhood to adulthood,
With love and encouragement
For it will build confidence and happiness.
And a teacher will be a helping hand
In the absence of our parents
Just to feel the comfort of life
And the world safe to live in.
0In a Meadow,
There is a girl, chasing butterflies,
And her heart lies,
Within mine.
She is laughing, always laughing,
with golden hair flowing,
A porcelain face glowing.
I remember in my dreams, And it seems,
Real.
I can smell her baby freshness,
Feel her soft kisses,
On my wet, crying cheeks.
Her arms clinging to my neck,
Saying, “I will be happy forever”.
With sad brown eyes, like mine,
Not understanding.
She will remember, the songs of Jesus,
The story readings, prayers of teaching,
That we shared.
She misses me and I, her, deeply.
Run through the Meadow and catch me, Baby Doll.
I am your yellow butterfly.
She was taken and I am shaking,
For the memories are fresh in my mind,
All of the time.
No Grandmother should be denied,
The right to see her Grandchild.
Why did this happen? How could it ever?
0No child deserves to be hurt
No child deserves to cry
To be hit, broken, or harmed
A child is meant to be loved
Treated with passion not hate
Abusing someone is wrong
Who would think it’s right
Someone who’s cold hearted
And doesn’t think straight
Don’t put your hands on a child
They did nothing wrong
They provided loved
You provided hate
Hug your child
Don’t punch them
Kiss your child
Don’t smack them
This is your child
Treat them like one
Instead of a doll
That you just throw around
That you hit and beat
Like it’s fun and games
How would you like it
if you were treated like this
Just like your child
Who’s nothing but innocent
Your child doesn’t deserve this
Love is all it takes
Not a hit to the face
Or a kick in the side
No hair to be pulled
Or skin to be sliced
Your child deserves
to be put in a better place
And not with someone like you.
0A child is a gift,
more precious than any other.
For only you will know
if you’re their father or mother.
The tantrums they throw,
the challenges they face
can never erase
that smile on your face.
The pride and the love radiates from within
and after the chaos
sheer joy and peace will begin.
So no matter how upset
a parent can get
or no matter how stressful
our life can be…
our duty is to care for our gifts
and to love them unconditionally.
0A child is a gift,
more precious than any other.
For only you will know
if you’re their father or mother.
The tantrums they throw,
the challenges they face
can never erase
that smile on your face.
The pride and the love radiates from within
and after the chaos
sheer joy and peace will begin.
So no matter how upset
a parent can get
or no matter how stressful
our life can be…
our duty is to care for our gifts
and to love them unconditionally.
0Oh, my precious dolls
how I love you all.
now I’m older,
back then I was younger.
I don’t have time for you,
i have stuff to do.
I have homework and school.
And I go to my friends too.
I don’t have time for you.
I have soccer practices.
And I need new shoes,
and clothes too.
I’m eleven now.
I’m too old for dolls.
I’m gonna put you in a cardboard box,
in the hall.
+1A name none would care about
but often we would see;
precious lives just like us
but they work on the street.
Who knows what pain they go through
sometimes we see them cry;
But neither do we care
If they live or die.
Its because of people like this
we do not live in mess;
They have no shame to stand and face us,
with their BBMP dress.
Life is so shellfish,
we think about OUR Goals;
Cause if you show a LITTLE Love,
you can also Save a Soul.
This Poem is written by Ryan Robin Jones.
+19And thus, a legacy was born
She hold lovely roses, but bourne no thorn.
Lighting Every Cave, forever dark,
The lamp of knowledge, just needed a Spark.
Crafted to perfection, Sculpted to Shine,
So Strong a tradition, hard to incline.
But now, after her founders have gone,
She resumes to glitter on and on…..
We pray, the flag of N.N. forever sway,
Wishing our school a happy foundation day!!
Tamojit Das
Class-ix
+71For my truly precious children,
I give you all I can spare.
For it isn’t things you need,
but my time, my love, my care.
Are you grateful for all this?
I am positive that you are,
for I only do my part
because you are my life,
my world, my heart…
and that is why it is beating.
+18Mothers are a magnificent thing.
So close to perfect,
they seem more than human beings.
No wonder it hurts so much when we lose them,
Its like loosing a part of self.
You start to feel like you’re the only book on the shelf with a chapter of grief.
You feel all alone,
So empty inside
You start to loose her more and more
Now no one blames you when you cry at night.
You want her back,
So she can wipe the tears,
That’s going to come for many years.
But it’s okay.
Everything will be fine.
Your mom is still looking down on you
Praying for you all the time.
No harm will come to her.
She’s in a peaceful place.
Live and Love life.
It’s too short not to enjoy it.
-Darlene L. Sanfor
+16Mummy mummy,
Please don’t get mad,
I know what i did will make you so sad,
I went to the water even though you said “No”,
The water was fast i tried not to let go,
I was swept under the water,
I needed a breath,
Then daddy was crying and pumping my chest,
I’m sorry daddy i know you tried,
I love you mummy, Love you forever
Goodbye for now, But not Forever…
+18He came to me a miracle
This little boy of mine
Bless me with a boy, I prayed
I knew he’d come in time
But as I carried this child
From month one, through to nine
Something didn’t feel right
And it played on my mind
Physically I’m feeling fine
Emotions not so nice
Maternal instinct spoke to me
My son would come at a price
Overdue with complications
A cesarean was performed
It’s true, I got my boy
At the time, he seemed the ‘norm’
Six months, he cannot speak
Twelve months, he cannot walk
Is this the price I am to pay
In shock, I cannot talk
From one test to another
In hospital every month
Trying to find some answers
And peace of mind for once
Someone please just tell me
What’s wrong with my boy
Give me the diagnosis
Or do I jump for joy
After much research and testing
It’s down to family history
And thanks to my dear father
It’s no longer a mystery
So my son’s disability
Was passed down through the genes
It’s good to finally breathe again
And know what all this means
Hannah-Allan-Herndon syndrome
That’s the name they’ve used
Because it’s in our history
No more am I confused
We can now move on with life
Take one day at a time
Being grateful for a miracle
This little boy of mine.
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