3 Poems:

              Hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath,
             Helped to guide me as I took my first step.
            Hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
            Hands were quick to show me that would take care of it all.

           My  hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
            Hands were often  to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
          Hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
          Would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length.

        Hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
        Hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
        Hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
          Hands would shape and mold me into all success I could be.

       My hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
          Now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
        Hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
         And this are the reason I am me.

Look Forward To Tomorrow

I thought I lost everything

As nothing was left behind

But I heard about the others

And thoughts began to fill my mind.

I was lucky I survived

That very tragic day

Unlike the others who now weep

For their loved ones passed away.

Tears started pushing out my eyes

Tears that I tried to conceal

I wondered if it was all dream

Cause I can’t tell if it was real.

Cries would coalesce with the breeze

And sobs would merge into the air

But even through our hardest times

I know for sure that God is always there.

I’ll stand up and forget the past

And surpass each pain and sorrow

Look forward to a new beginning

And do better tomorrow.

Could You Hear Her Crying?

Our mother Earth is dying

Couldn’t you hear her crying

What used to be clear blue waters

Is now filled with garbage showers

We couldn’t enjoy our summer

Because of the irregular rains wasn’t that a bummer?

So now can you see why she is crying?

It’s all our fault we’re really not trying

We should be responsible

We should recycle and segregate our trash

So our world will have a better future

And Mother Earth will stop crying, at last.