That Last Moment
The story that is told is from a, relative that last year past through the gates of heaven.
Last year Near July,
when I was only eleven.
That was the saddest moment of my life,
My grandmothers tears were'nt bright.
Those tears were like the rain back in New York.
As they cried,
It rained.
As it rained,
They cried.
All those tears shed turn into a puddle. But it turns into a puddle of love.
I look at the sky. Where there a star smiled at me, but i knew it was her.
Yet memories bring me back, to those moments were i mad her laugh.
But know she is above, with those angeks dressed in white.
As much as I love trees,
I love her,
As well as she loves me.
-Brianna G |
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Waiting
Is the sky always Blue?
Did a person ever tell you,
"I love You"?
Love is the Baby Blue sky.
The sky that is admired.
But only when the sun shines.
You tell your mom or dad,
Niece, or uncle, or any relative of kind,"Can you pass down the ribs"?
It's passed down,
As that rainy day,
Brings out the sun.
The gray sheddy sky,
Is now Baby Blue.
The sun is out,
And the rainbow too.
Then Finally,
The moment you have been Waiting for,
Has arrived.
A bless to the lord for the delicious food.
"And a bless to you too",say's your mom, to you.
"A bless to you all".
Your dad gently say's,"I love You"
What do you say back?
Is it,
"I love You too"?
- Brianna G |
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Could your Bestfriend be a fake?
Or have fri Ends that arent the good ones? Sometimes there's no one to trust or Tell secrets were they could be kept. From the begginning to the end. FiRe up or cool down.
Let your Inner,out.
NevEr doupt on a true friend.
EveN if it's the end. She might always be your
FrienD
-Brianna G Del sielo callo una rosa,
Y mi madre la recojio.
De Dios salio un Angel,
Y de ahi una niña nacio.
La madre solo queria,
Que siembre saliera el sol.
La rosa,
Era famosa,
Por el divino Color.
Del la madre,
Salio un angel.
Y esa es mi Madre,
Gracias A Dios.
-Brianna G |
