Poems

If nobody smiled and nobody cared
and nobody helped us along,
If every moment looked after itself and
good things always went to the strong;

If nobody cared just a little about you
and nobody cared about me,
and we stood alone, in the battle of life,
What a dreary old world this would be.

Life is sweet, just because of
friends we have made,
and the things which in common we share.
We want to live on, not because of ourselves,
but because of the people who care.

It is doing and giving for somebody else
on which all of life's splendor depends.
The joy of this world, when you've
summed it all up,
is found in the making of friends.

I went to a birthday party
but i remembered what you said
You told me not to drink at all,
so i had a Sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself
the way you said i would,
that i didn't choose to drink and drive,
thought some friends said i should.
I knew i made a healty choice and
your advice to me was right,
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove outta sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was comming,
something i expected least.
Now i'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused that wreck was drunk."
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
as i try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say,
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
cuz' he chose to drink and drive
that i would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell daddy to be brave,
and when i go to heaven to put "Daddy's girl"on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and i'm so unprepared.
I wish you could hold me, mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that i could say
I love you and good-bye.
ŠJane Watkins

Mommy went to Heaven, but I need her here today,
My tummy hurts and I fell down, I need her right away.

Operator can you tell me how to find her in this book?
Is heaven in the yellow part, I don't know where to look.

I think my daddy needs her too, at night I hear him cry.
I hear him call her name sometimes, but I really don't know why.

Maybe if I call her, she will hurry home to me.
Is Heaven very far away, is it across the sea?

She's been gone a long, long time she needs to come home now!
I really need to reach her, but I simply don't know how.

Help me find the number please, is it listed under "Heaven"?
I cannot read these big big words, cuz I am only seven.

I'm sorry operator, I didn't mean to make you cry,
Is your tummy hurting too, or is there something in your eye?

If I call my church maybe they will know.
Mommy said when we need help that's where we should go.

I found the number to my church tacked up on the wall.
Thank you operator, I'll give them a call.

I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb,
I live in people pockets
That's where I have my fun.

I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect.
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.

Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower.
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.

Now God has many Angels,
That He trains in Angel pools.
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands
We become His special tools.

And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.

When He tucked me in your pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose.
And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows.

The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door.
The card said, "Be my Valentine", like all the year before.

Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year, than last year on this day.

My love for you will always grow, with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.

She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away.

He always liked to do things early, way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.

She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase.
Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.

She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.

A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate.

Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.

She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop.

The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?

"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.

The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance.
Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.

There is a standing order, that I have on file down here,
And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.

There also is another thing, that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago.

Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."

She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to the card.

Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...

"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.
I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife.
You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.
When you get these roses, think of all the happiness,
that we had together, and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will.
But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still.
Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways
. The roses will come every year, and they will only stop,
When your door's not aswered, when the florist stops to knock.
He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out.
But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again."

One young spring day,
A gardener planted a seed.
She gave it sunlight and water
And everything it would need.

"This will be a beautiful flower," she said.
That is what she dreamed of.
For this was a special seed,
Her first seed of love.

She cared for it each day
To this she was devout.
And within a few days
It yielded a sprout.

And in the course of a few weeks,
It grew into a flower.
That she would love and talk to
Hour after hour.

But as the time passed by,
The skies became gray.
And her flower began to wilt,
As day followed day.

Soon it would not even look
Up at her any more.
It only faced the ground,
As her cries it'd ignore.

Yet by this flower she was consumed
She loved it so dear.
She did not leave its side
But watered it with her tears.

"Dear flower, why can't it be
The way it was before?"
And the flower answered,
"I don't need you any more."

"I have what I need,"
It said, "The rain, soil, and sun.
Go away and let me be.
Your days with me are done."

She wept and tried
To beg and plead,
But it only stared at the ground.
To her it would not heed.

Her young heart felt crushed
And stabbed as with a knife.
Her agony was such that
She never felt in all her life.

But then she realized she was free
Of the pain that she bore.
At this her heart rejoiced
And her spirit soared.

She smiled when she saw
That her days of agony were done.
And for the first time for herself
The gardener saw the sun.
By: Autumn Zellers

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn't know your parents' first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook and stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over when you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it's not a friendship until after you've had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!