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A 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.

This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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A 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.

This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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Oh, 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.

This poem was written/submitted by Cindy.

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A 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.

This poem was written/submitted by Ryan Robin Jones.

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And 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

This poem was written/submitted by Tamojit Das.

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For 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.

This poem was written/submitted by Anabela Loureiro.

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Mothers 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

This poem was written/submitted by Darlene Sanford.

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