MY LINKS
Author: David J. Riddell
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead.
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, mom, I hear the policeman say, the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom, I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just want to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I. The only difference is he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
GrandPa
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?"
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, "Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
Children are remarkably perceptive. Their eyes ever observe, their ears ever listen, and their minds ever process the messages they absorb. If they see us patiently provide a happy home atmosphere for family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives. The wise parent realizes that every day the building blocks are being laid for the child's future. Let's be wise builders.
Unknown
Everyone has a boss
Living Involves Hassles
No one is Entitled to Anything
PRIDE IS SIMPLY SELF-RESPECT, AND MUST BE EARNED-NOT GIVEN
BEING LOVED IS ONLY FREE FOR BABIES; AFTER THAT RECIPROCITY IS REQUIRED
EVERYONE GETS LAUGHED AT
Everybody Goofs!!
STAYING HAPPY INVOLVES WORK!
Morning is
A new sheet of paper
For you to write on.
Whatever you want to say,
All day,
Until Night
Folds it up
and flies it away.
The bright words and the dark words
Are gone
Until dawn
And a new day
Author: Natalie Gingerich
Friendship is easy when you're young
You play, you jump, you skip, you run
But everything's complicated as the years go on
A whole new age begins to dawn
Your feelings go up, your feelings go down
Your entire life is spinning around
People talk, rumors spread
You need to grow close but drift apart instead
You need to work if you want to hold on
But it's hard not to give up and your friendship is pawned
All for a laugh that wouldn't laugh
That turns into tears, dark shadows are cast
You're pulled from the left,
You're pulled from the right
You really have to hang on tight
So hold my heart and hold my arm
Together we can resist all harm
Stick together through thick and thin
And throught the fog our friendship wins.
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