Poetry Corner

 

Sometimes people's dreams can die,
Not only in a twinkle,
But a blink of an eye.
Some can be so blind,
To the point they lose their mind,
Instead of asking the question of why.
Try and understand,
Life can be rough sometimes,
And hard to comprehend.
So, if you think that you are weak,
and feel you can't go on,
Think of how your friends would feel,
And miss you when you're gone.

.  .  .  Kristen Williams

A father and a dad are not the same,
For one can be a father but no dad.
"Dad" is a kind and earned, endearing name.
A father who won't bother isn't dad.
Some find that fatherhood's a bit too tame,
And Mom is left with details of the work.
The father feels a passing twinge of shame.
Another gets the burden he has shirked,
But Dad, you've been my dad so many years,
That you've become the landscape that is home.
For you remain within to still our fears,
No matter where we go, we're not alone,
The mountain that we look to from afar,
And be the word that tells us who we are.

.  .  .  Brandon Dubois

Mother's Near

She can be quick to judge, and that's a fault.
She's fast to lose her temper quite a lot.
It seems perfection is her every thought,
And these aren't all the habits that she's got.

She is unyielding in parental ways;
Authority o'er me she often claims.
She might forgive me in a few more days.
With help from God I know I can maintain.

And yet her love will never ever cease.
Her heart is all reserved for me to own.
She's my best friend, and it gives me such peace.
She's by my side; I'll never be alone.

And all that I have come to learn and know
Is that our love still has more room to grow.

.  .  .  Lindsey Lewis

When I was younger I just never thought
That you could ever change my life so much.
The sick and dizzy sleepless times you brought.
At first mom's disapproval was enough,
To make me feel such guilt for what I've done.
And you, someone I've never known before,
Have caused me misery compared to none.
I've thought so often, "What can hurt me more?"
But now that's over, and it's in the past
It feels so good to have you inside me,
I never thought that time would go so fast,
Or that you'd grow so fast and soon I'd see,
A chubby little face so soon appear.
Your dad and I will be so glad you're here.

.  .  .  Betsy Galindez

My Wonderful Sister

She's broke and has no money.  What a lie!
Just like a fool I'll spot her with a ten.
She'll drive me to my job too early.  Why?
Then I am left to hang around till time
To punch the clock, so angry I can't see.
If I spend nights at her house with her kids,
She won't wake me for work and late I'll be.
To her I'm wrong no matter what she did.
Her grades in school show that she's very smart.
She keeps her house so very clean and neat.
In school she'll always finish what she starts.
Her teachers always said she was so sweet.
My sis, I would not trade her for the world,
Believe me when I say, "She's one neat girl!"

.  .  .  Tyson Johnson

A Mother's Fury

The times when I don't work I hear her yell.
The same old guilt trip when I but relax,
The nagging will not stop; it never fails.
Eccentric and judgmental; these are the facts
I try and try, but she just does not hear
Manipulation is her stock in trade
In condescension my mom has no peer
Believe me, she is head of the parade.
In spite of all, she is a loving mom.
And her sweet nature can avoid a fight.
Her Godly ways will always overcome.
Her moral ways have always shown me right
In times of trouble I can look to her
Another mom I never could prefer.

.  .  .  Hamza Abdul-Haqq

My Brother

You just annoy me almost all the time.
You teasing bothers me and to no end.
Your silly teenage ways aren't worth a dime.
Why don't you have some work you should attend?
You mock me and repeat the things I say.
Sixteen's too old to act just like a child.
If you would work there'd be less time to play
Like when you hide my stuff; it drives me wild.
Still when there's babysitting to be done,
You're always there; for this I do love you.
And if I'm down, you'll offer something fun.
I know your smile will always see me through.
When you help others; you do it with style,
In fact, you're fine with me; just stay a while.

.  .  .  Becky Franco

Prose

Dear Adriana,

I am anxious for your fifteenth birthday to get here.  It is to be a very special day for you and our family.  We will all be celebrating your Quinceanera.  It may seem many years away, but it will be here before we know it.

The day of your Quinceanera will be the best day of your life.  I am going to be so proud to present you as a young lady to the community in church.  The ceremony will be beautiful, I promise.  After church, we are going to go to the Rose Garden for you to take pictures around all the roses.  Then, everyone will join us to enjoy the delicious food and to laugh and dance with you.  You are going to look so pretty dancing in your elegant, white dress.  The most emotional part for everyone is when the Quinceanera dances with her dad.  I can't wait to see you dance your first song with your father.

Of course, there is a lot of work and preparation to do for a Quinceanera.  First, we have to set a date with the church for the presentation, and also we have to reserve a hall for the dance.  The next most important thing we have to do is find your dress.  It has to be perfect because you are going to wear it only once in your life.  Then, you ave to find the maids that are going to accompany you.  We also have to find sponsors to help us with money or other things needed.  Last, we have to get organized, and you have to start practicing your dances.

Adriana, having a Quinceanera has been a special tradition in our family.  I hope that after you have yours, you realize what a wonderful experience it is.  It is a memory that will stay with you all of your life.  Also, it is something that only happens once in life.

It is a day when you have all of your family members and close friends with you.  My wish is that you will continue this tradition, and I hope that I am there to see it.

Well, right now you are only two years old.  I have thirteen years to prepare for your special day.  Now I just want to take care of you and watch you grow.  You are a wonderful baby.  I love you.

Sincerely,

Mom

.  .  .  Linda Macedo

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