Poems2

"The Special Boy"

We always cry, we don't know why,
We always cry, when someone would
die,
Our hears are filled with tremendous
sadness,
Although our special relative, tries to
fill it with gladness,
We can't see him, but we know he's
safe,
God said, "Let's go to a very good
place."
This little boy didn't now what
to do,
He said, "Should I go with my mom
or with you?"
He felt his mom holding his hand,
Then he thought "I definitely know she'll
understand."
That's when he closed his eyes;
never opening them again.
Then we all realized, he was gone;
it was the end,
Tears fell from our eyes, we were
sad that day,
We still wonder why it happened this way
But at happy times, it's as if he's here,
Because we laugh and smile, not a single
tear.
He says he's happy for what he did,
Dream good dreams, and leave life
as it is.

Written with love by his cousin Yelli and this poem will be published this year

"Wyatt's Poem"

Twinkle, Twinkle our little star,
To this proud family, that's what you are.
In our hears, you shine so bright
On this your graduation night.

Your kindergarten year in heaven is done
And soon you'll start grade number one.
Then on to Angel High and College too
To fulfill the dreams we have for you.

Our hearts will smile and remember this night
When our little star twinkled so bright.
Even if we can't kiss you at this time
We send our love with this rhyme.

Written with love by Daddy on the day you should have graduated from kindergarten 2003