Remember me
part 2
As I lay there thinking to myself I realise I had never read moma's letter so as I open the dresser I see the letter in the white envlope with emily wrote
across it I unfolded it and it said
To my dearest Emily,
I am very sorry to tell wewe Emily, But wewe will never
hear from me again. I'm sorry Emily but I don't think I can take care
of you. And i also belive wewe will be much happyer here with you'r
grandma and grandpa I'm sorry Emily but wewe will never here from
me again
Love, forever you'r mother
Rebecca Willson
P.S Emily please give you'r Grandmother the other pice of paper
it will make her you'r legal gardean. Good Bye Emily
I could feel my tear's start to roll down my cheak and I could feel my nose start to run and as I walked down the hall to give the other pice of paper
to my Grandmother I could feel my hart start to rase and I could feel the pain my mother had left me to remember her bye and then I felt releaf as I
saw the look on grandma's face when she read the paper and as the walked down the hall to tell grandpa I relised that maybe this would be a better home
for me. I stayed with my gradmother from the time I was ten to the age i am today sixteen and I could remember every siku I had here as if it was yesterday
and I could remember the siku my mother tryed to come back and get me my gradmother always alisema she was so happy I was at school that siku because
she alisema she showed my mother that pice of paper that alisema granny was my gardean and made her leave so the truth is i had never scene my mother for
six years and I really never started to miss her tell now I guess the older I have gotten the zaidi I missed her. So as the years went on and as I graduated High
school and moved on to collage and got my job as a Vet it seemed like the perfect time to find her so I looked and looked for two hole years than I finally
found her she was a nurse. And she lived in Vermont just like me and i new the place she lived so one siku i got the nerve to go there and see her and as I
drove up the driveway and saw the red house with apple tree's all around it I saw her there on the porch and i new it was her because she had the ring I had
gave her for mothersday so many years zamani on and as i ran to give her a hug we both started to cry and she alisema to me "Remember me?" I new that she
loved me and that she could take on her role of being mother again. And grandmother and grandfather both forgave her and so did I and My mother
grandmother,grandfather and me lived like the family we were meant to be
The End
part 2
As I lay there thinking to myself I realise I had never read moma's letter so as I open the dresser I see the letter in the white envlope with emily wrote
across it I unfolded it and it said
To my dearest Emily,
I am very sorry to tell wewe Emily, But wewe will never
hear from me again. I'm sorry Emily but I don't think I can take care
of you. And i also belive wewe will be much happyer here with you'r
grandma and grandpa I'm sorry Emily but wewe will never here from
me again
Love, forever you'r mother
Rebecca Willson
P.S Emily please give you'r Grandmother the other pice of paper
it will make her you'r legal gardean. Good Bye Emily
I could feel my tear's start to roll down my cheak and I could feel my nose start to run and as I walked down the hall to give the other pice of paper
to my Grandmother I could feel my hart start to rase and I could feel the pain my mother had left me to remember her bye and then I felt releaf as I
saw the look on grandma's face when she read the paper and as the walked down the hall to tell grandpa I relised that maybe this would be a better home
for me. I stayed with my gradmother from the time I was ten to the age i am today sixteen and I could remember every siku I had here as if it was yesterday
and I could remember the siku my mother tryed to come back and get me my gradmother always alisema she was so happy I was at school that siku because
she alisema she showed my mother that pice of paper that alisema granny was my gardean and made her leave so the truth is i had never scene my mother for
six years and I really never started to miss her tell now I guess the older I have gotten the zaidi I missed her. So as the years went on and as I graduated High
school and moved on to collage and got my job as a Vet it seemed like the perfect time to find her so I looked and looked for two hole years than I finally
found her she was a nurse. And she lived in Vermont just like me and i new the place she lived so one siku i got the nerve to go there and see her and as I
drove up the driveway and saw the red house with apple tree's all around it I saw her there on the porch and i new it was her because she had the ring I had
gave her for mothersday so many years zamani on and as i ran to give her a hug we both started to cry and she alisema to me "Remember me?" I new that she
loved me and that she could take on her role of being mother again. And grandmother and grandfather both forgave her and so did I and My mother
grandmother,grandfather and me lived like the family we were meant to be
The End
A special world for wewe and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.
Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.
And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
If I could have just One Wish
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
to the sound of your breath on my neck,
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the feel of your moyo beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.
As wewe know, I live in New Zealand, a place abundant with clouds, mountains, and kondoo (I know, right!!!). This means that whenever we go on a school trip we're seeing lakes, au mountains, or, and this is my personal favourite, kichaka ('cause that never gets old). This time it was Mount Holdsworth.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
After the trip we were asked to write some poetry that the kichaka had inspired. There was all that "If beauty could speak" cr*p, and some "Listen to the whisper of the trees", wewe know, all that. This is what it inspired for me...
ATTEMPT #1
The water running over the rocks,
makes me want to pee,
I think of Niagra falls,
The pee trickles down my knee.
ATTEMPT #2
The wind whistles in my hair,
makes me want to itch,
I scratch my hair a little bit,
Whoops, there goes a flying nit.
ATTEMPT #3
The bird chirping in the trees,
Makes my ears real sore,
Dad pulls a gun from his bag,
BOOM! Birdy chirps no more.
Drift apart, this world is an art.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and upendo another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
How so many people can come together as one,
and they learn to have fun.
It's amazing how, in times of need,
we all can overcome, and be one indeed.
No one wants to remember the bad times,
but those things can rule our lives.
Happiness is all that matters
until the happiness is shattered.
All we really need is each other
to grow and upendo another.
I think too much time is spent being sad,
when all we really should be is glad.
We have light, color, beauty, sound!
So why are people sad when no one is around?
It's the thought that counts, that's what people say,
so we'll be fine as long as we keep them in our hearts everyday.
some amature suff
Dream Of My upendo So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This upendo is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But zaidi dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see wewe someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Dream Of My upendo So Far
Through my dreams,
I see you,
And me,
Kissing and holding hands forever.
On this roller coaster
i'm so scared
but your right there
holding my hand so safely
But they don't agree
This upendo is out of hand they say
I am taken away
And our connection is broken
But zaidi dreams to come
Say you're okay
But I wish always
To see wewe someday
Butterflies
The gracefull butterfly,
Flies so very high,
Her beautiful winds flapping in a rythmic beat.
Sometimes I wish,
That I could fly so gracefully,
And to leave my fears down on Earth.
To Forget all my troubles,
To let go of all grief,
To be as free as a butterfly.
My feet would list,
My head held up high,
Soon I would be in the sky.
To fly like the butterflies,
Is all I ask for.
Freedom at last.
Black roses;
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (:
They became the roses that where once red,
They became this Black when my moyo bled,
They Represent my Sorrows,
They represent the path my moyo follows,
Black roses;
the symbol of my heart,
this is what it became, once i fell apart
Black roses,
there's a beauty hidden in this Darkened rose,
as it Stands innocently Maintaining its pose,
A beauty that Attracts those who have gone astray,
it frees them of thier hearts pain,
Black roses;
So beautiful wewe are,
Your as raidient as a shining star
Razor blade roses,
free me of your grip,
as your sharp ends are causing my skin to split,
Theres nothing like this pain,
but for this moment, i will let the blood rain,
the beauty pours from its core,
Spreading eagerly across its Petal covered floors,
Pain becomes pleasure,
As this rose is tempting me with its beauty,
free me from your grip,
and let the blades slip
i hpoe wewe like them (: