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Grade R: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice:

Jack Crabby
By Jane Yolen By Barbara Vance

Jack was quite nimble, I am a crab

Jack was quite quick, Who walks the shore
Jack gave the beanstalk And pinches toes all day.
A mighty big kick.
If I were you
Down came the giant— I’d wear some shoes
GIGANTIC fall— And not get in my way.
Bottoms up in a crater,
Thus ending it all.

I Have a Little Frog Row Row Row Your Boat – Unknown

By Author Unknown
Row Row Row Your Boat
I have a little frog Gently down the stream
His name is Tiny Tim, Merrily, merrily, merrily merrily
I put him in the bathtub, Life is but a dream.
To see if he could swim,
He drank up all the water, Row Row Row Your Boat
And gobbled up the soap! Gently down the stream
And when he tried to talk If you see a crocodile
He had a BUBBLE in his throat! Don’t forget to scream
 Grade 1: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice:
By Katherine Hauth Little Boy Blue

Mosquitoes, By Darren Sardelli

with needle-noses
sucking blood Little Boy Blue, please cover your nose.
from elbows, cheeks, and chin You sneezed on Miss Muffet and ruined her
clothes.
why were you not You sprayed Mother Hubbard, and now she
designed to thrive is sick.
on brine, on swine, You put out the fire on Jack’s candlestick.
or likewise-spiny
porcupines? Your sneeze is the reason why Humpty fell
down.
SLAP! You drenched Yankee Doodle when he came
SLAP! to town.
SLAP! The blind mice are angry! The sheep are
upset!
From now on, use a tissue so no one gets
wet!
The Crocodile Morning Prayer

By Lewis Carroll By Ogden Nash

Now another day is breaking,

How doth the little crocodile
Sleep was sweet and so is waking.
Improve his shining tail,
Dear Lord, I promised you last night
And pour the waters of the Nile
Never again to sulk or fight.
On every golden scale.
Such vows are easier to keep
When a child is sound asleep.
How cheerfully he seems to grin, Today, O Lord, for your dear sake,
How neatly spreads his claws, I'll try to keep them when awake.
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!
 Grade 2: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Help Wanted Granny
By Timothy Toucher By Spike Milligan

Santa needs new reindeer. Through every nook and every cranny
The first bunch has grown old. The wind blew in on poor old Granny
Dasher has arthritis; Around her knees, into each ear
Comet hates the cold. (And up her nose as well, I fear)

Prancer’s sick of staring All through the night the wind grew worse
at Dancer’s big behind. It nearly made the vicar curse
Cupid married Blitzen The top had fallen off the steeple
and Donder lost his mind. Just missing him (and other people)

Dancer’s mad at Vixen It blew on man, it blew on beast

for stepping on his toes. It blew on nun, it blew on priest
Vixen’s being thrown out— It blew the wig off Auntie Fanny-
she laughed at Rudolph’s nose. But most of all, it blew on Granny!

If you are a reindeer

we hope you will apply.
There is just one tricky part:
You must know how to fly.
Herbert Hilbert Hubert Snod Little Boy Blue
By Denise Rodgers By Darren Sardelli

Herbert Hilbert Hubert Snod Please cover your nose.

was known for eating all things odd. You sneezed on Miss Muffet
The thing that bothered me the most and ruined her clothes.
has he spread toothpaste on his toast? You sprayed Mother Hubbard
and now she is sick.
You put out the fire
“It’s springtime fresh, so cool and minty.”
on Jack's candle stick.
His smiling eyes were bright and squinty.
Your sneeze is the reason
On baked potatoes, he would slather
why Humpty fell down.
one half can of shave cream lather.
You drenched Yankee Doodle
when he came to town.
I don’t know how his tum could cope The blind mice are angry!
as he ingested cubes of soap. The sheep are upset!
At times his food choice made a scene; From now on, use a tissue
at least he kept his innards clean. so no one gets wet!
 Grade 3: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Daddy Fell into the Pond The Silliest Teacher in School
By Alfred Noyes By Darren Sardelli

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey. Our teacher gave detention
We had nothing to do and nothing to say. to the fountains in the hall.
We were nearing the end of a dismal day, She handed extra homework
And then there seemed to be nothing beyond, to the artwork on the wall.
Then Daddy fell into the pond!
We saw her point a finger
And everyone’s face grew merry and bright, at a banner and a sign.
And Timothy danced for sheer delight. She said their bad behavior
“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick! was completely out of line.
He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!
The principal approached her
Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee, and said, “What is all this fuss?
And doubled up, shaking silently, I heard you tried to punish
And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft, all the tires on a bus.
And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.
Oh, there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond
When Daddy Fell into the pond! “You’ve made the teachers angry
by disrupting all their classes,
so if you want to keep this job,
you have to wear your glasses!”
Standing on a Chair Halfway Down
By Steve Hanson By A. A. Milne

I’m standing on a chair! Halfway down the stairs

I’m standing on a chair! Is a stair
I don’t know why Mom’s worried Where I sit.
I’m just standing on a chair! There isn't any
Other stair
Quite like
You’d think she’d be freaked out It.
By the lion in my room I'm not at the bottom,
But seeing shoes on fabric I'm not at the top;
Is what makes her fume. So this is the stair
Where
I bath with toxic jellyfish. I always
I ride a crocodile. Stop.
But if I’m on the sofa then
Her mood becomes hostile. Halfway up the stairs
Isn't up
And isn't down.
I often sleep with scorpions It isn't in the nursery,
And wrestle with a bear. It isn't in the town.
I don’t know why Mom’s worried. And all sorts of funny thoughts
I’m just standing on a chair! Run round my head.
It isn't really
Anywhere!
It's somewhere else
Instead!
 Grade 4: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Springy Sidewalk Candy Tree Shops
By Kenn Nesbitt By Beryl L Edmonds
If ice cream could be grown on the tree top,
The people outside on the sidewalk Tiny tummies would be liking it lots.
can’t seem to remain on the ground. Any fruit flavour
They’re jumping and hopping and springing, For all to savour.
and generally bouncing around. Do stop by at the ice cream tree shop.

I’ve never seen anything like it. If only the trees could grow lollipops
It’s such an unusual scene, With a sharp tangy taste of lemon drops.
as if they have springs in their sneakers, Lolly licky-lick
or bounce on a big trampoline. With a zingy twist.
Come along with a skip and a hop.
I think I know what may have happened
that caused this chaotic event: If chocolate heaven grew on tree leaf,
Last week they replaced our old sidewalk Bountiful, tempting, delicious to eat,
with one made of rubber cement! A smooth, silky, treat
In a chocy feast.
If only they weren't so out of reach.

If bubblegum grew upon trees that blew

Bubbles in the air, to catch and to chew.
Be nimble, be quick;
Remember the trick.
Don't swallow, because gum sticks like glue.

All are welcome at the Candy Tree Shops.

Feast your eyes on all the goodies they've
got.
There are enough treats
For all down the streets,
So come and join the jiggery-jog
 Grade 5: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Messy Room My Next-Door Neighbour Is A Witch
By Shel Silverstein By Samiya Vallee

My next door neighbour is a witch,

Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp. And she lives way down in a ditch.
His raincoat is there in the overstuffed Her clothing is a little strange,
chair, Because she never wants to change.
And the chair is becoming quite mucky and She has a black robe and a black hat,
damp. Green skin and a smelly black cat.
His workbook is wedged in the window, A big fat wart grows on her nose,
His sweater's been thrown on the floor.
His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV, And seventeen pimples on her toes.
And his pants have been carelessly hung
on the door. But...her food is EVEN worse,
His books are all jammed in the closet, Because she eats it course by course.
His vest has been left in the hall. Her first course is seven dead bats,
A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed, Laid on top of seven rats.
And his smelly old sock has been stuck to
Then she has twenty flies
the wall.
Whosever room this is should be ashamed! With lots and lots of llama eyes.
Donald or Robert or Willie or-- Her main course is a horrible soup,
Huh? You say it's mine? Oh, dear, Because it's made with doggie poop.
I knew it looked familiar! But worst of all is her dessert.
It's little children rolled in dirt.

Last night she had a witch's feast

And turned into a greedy beast.
I think she cooked my best friend Tilly
And ate her with some peas and broccoli.
 Grade 6: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
My Shadow When The World Turned Upside Down
By Robert Louis Stevenson By Margaret A. Savage

The day when the world

I have a little shadow that goes in and out turned upside down:
with me, when a frown became a smile
And what can be the use of him is more and a smile became a frown.
than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to When the mice chased the cats
the head; the cats chased the dogs.
The dogs laughed out loud
And I see him jump before me, when I jump
at the pink and yellow frogs.
into my bed.
The funniest things about him is the way he When you went to bed in the daytime
likes to grow- and got up at night.
Not at all like proper children, which is When birds caught the school bus
always very slow; and the cows took flight.
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an
When the moon came out
India rubber ball, in the middle of the day
And he sometimes gets so little that there's and all of the ocean's fish
none of him at all. rolled around in the hay.
He hasn't got a notion of how children
ought to play, When the children ruled the world
And can only make a fool of me in every and ice cream was for free
and the elephants shrank
sort of way.
to the size of a flea.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward
you can see; When the grass rained lollipops
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that up to the sky.
shadow sticks to me! When you wanted to laugh
One morning, very early, before the sun but could only cry.
was up,
When magic beans were real
I rose and found the shining dew on every and giants very small,
buttercup; you would eat spiders legs
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant so you could creep up the wall.
sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was This all happened when the
fast asleep in bed. world turned upside down
after I went to bed
with a smile - not a frown.
 Grade 7: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Englksh Is A Pane Summer Camp Souvenirs
By Alan Balter By Richard Thomas

Hear eye sit inn English class; the likelihood is When I got home from camp today,
that eye won't pass My parents almost died.
An F on my report card wood bee worse than They asked me how I got this way,
swallowing glass And here's what I replied:
It's knot that eye haven't studied, often till late
at knight This little cast from heel to hip
Butt the rules are sew confusing, eye simply Is nothing much at all.
can't get them write Some broken shingles made me slip
From off the dining hall.
Hour teacher says, "Heed my advice, ewe must
study and sacrifice" The poison ivy's not too bad.
Butt if mouses are mice and louses are lice, It missed my back and chest.
how come blouses aren't blice Of course, I guess I oughta add
The confusion really abounds when adding Mosquitoes got the rest.
esses two nouns
Gooses are geese, butt mooses aren't meese; I tried to eat some hick'ry nuts
somebody scent in the clowns And cracked a tooth or two.
And all these bruises, scabs, and cuts?
Two ultimatums are ultimata, and a couple of I haven't got a clue.
datum are data
Sew wouldn't ewe expect it wood bee correct I got the lump that's on my head
fore a bunch of plums to be plata? From diving in the lake.
And if more than won octopus are octopi, and I should've watched for rocks instead
the plural of ox is oxen Of grabbing for the snake.
Shouldn't a couple of busses bee bussi and a
pare of foxes bee foxen? That leaves this bandage on my chin
And these three finger sprains,
Let's talk about spelling a wile, specifically Along with lots of sunburned skin
letters witch are silent And sniffles from the rains.
Words like "psychologist" and "wreck" shirley
make awl of us violent I also got a muscle cramp
And another example quite plane witch is really And very nearly drowned.
hard two explain It's some terrific summer camp,
If it's eye before e except after sea, then what The coolest one around.
about feign and reign?

The final exam will determine how eye due,

weather eye pass ore fail
I halve prepared as much as eye can down two
the last detail
I'm ready two give it my vary best inn just a
little wile
And then isle take a relaxing wrest on a tropical
aisle
 Grade 8: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Sick Home Alone
By Shel Silverstein By Innarenko

“I cannot go to school today," My family's gone; there's no one home.

Said little Peggy Ann McKay. It's only me who's home alone.
“I have the measles and the mumps, I shouldn't hear a single squeak.
A gash, a rash and purple bumps. There shouldn't even be a creak,
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye. So what's that thumping that I hear?
My tonsils are as big as rocks, It must mean one thing: death is near.
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox "You're an adult, you'll be just fine."
And there’s one more--that’s seventeen, I tell myself as I dial "nine"...
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue-- Was that a knock upon the door?
It might be instamatic flu. My heart beats faster than before
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I know it's closed; I've checked the lock.
I’m sure that my left leg is broke-- At least my killer knows to knock?
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in, I cannot sleep, though I'm in bed.
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, I've made amends with God instead.
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. If He decides that it's my time,
My nose is cold, my toes are numb. Then this will be my very last rhyme.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hear a bang and then a break.
I hardly whisper when I speak. My head shoots up; there's no mistake!
My tongue is filling up my mouth, I turn my music volume high
I think my hair is falling out. So I won't hear the way I die.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight. I run upstairs, desk lamp in hand.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, Over my head, ready to land,
There is a hole inside my ear. And right before it did just that..
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what? I remembered - I have a cat
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”
 Grade 9: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Our Imperfect Dog Little Red Riding Hood and The Wolf
By Cynthia C. Naspinski By Roald Dahl
As soon as Wolf began to feel
We love our dog with all our hearts, That he would like a decent meal,
But not so much her stinky farts. He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
Her doggy breath is less than fresh, When Grandma opened it, she saw
Yet we hug her nonetheless. The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
From barking she will not refrain. Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
The house and yard are her domain. 'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
Park on the street or walk on past, And she was absolutely right.
And you will likely cop a blast. He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
Meter readers, couriers, And Wolfie wailed, 'That's not enough!
Serve to make her furious. I haven't yet begun to feel
Possums, lizards, neighbour's cat, That I have had a decent meal!'
Will not be shown the welcome mat. He ran around the kitchen yelping,
'I've got to have a second helping!'
In the name of crime prevention,
Airspace gets the same attention. Then added with a frightful leer,
We feel safe, it must be said, 'I'm therefore going to wait right here
From birds that dare fly overhead. Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.'
She wages war with the lawn mower,
Outdoor sweeper and leaf blower. He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,
And switching on the vacuum cleaner (Of course he hadn't eaten those).
Won't bring out her best demeanour. He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that,
This causes some embarrassment, He even brushed and curled his hair,
This doggy form of harassment, Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
But she does provide protection,
And for that we feel affection. In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
Once introductions make the rounds, 'What great big ears you have, Grandma.'
Her friendliness, it knows no bounds. 'All the better to hear you with,'
Though not all guests are fully rapt the Wolf replied.
With thirty kilos on their lap. 'What great big eyes you have, Grandma.'
said Little Red Riding Hood.
Should you leave your nice warm chair, 'All the better to see you with,'
On your return you'll find her there. the Wolf replied.
And when she's urged to please vacate, He sat there watching her and smiled.
She'll turn into a limp, dead weight. He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma,
To baths she has a strong aversion, She's going to taste like caviar.
Desperate to avoid immersion.
Yet she'll display her dive technique Then Little Red Riding Hood said, '
In any muddy pond or creek! But Grandma, what a lovely great big
furry coat you have on.'
We give her scratches, make her smile.
Give an inch, she'll take a mile. 'That's wrong!' cried Wolf.
Stop and she'll demand still more, 'Have you forgot
Prodding you with paw and claw. To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
"She's got character!" we all say. I'm going to eat you anyway.'
At times it's just a nicer way
Of saying she's our problem child, The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
Kinda crazy, kinda wild. She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head,
For all her faults we love her dearly And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
And in turn she loves us clearly.
She's our funny, gorgeous girl. A few weeks later, in the wood,
We wouldn't trade for all the world. I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, 'Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.'
 Grade 10: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
I'm Sorry...Dad If I Could Change the Past
Shayla Pearl H. By Dominique E. Chavez

I'm sorry you missed the day I came home. I don't know what I've done wrong
I'm sorry you left my Mum all alone. They all keep telling me to be strong
I'm sorry you missed the first time I walked. But my heart will long
And I'm sorry you missed the first time I talked. So I wrote this song

I'm sorry you missed tucking me in at night. If I could go back and change the past
I'm sorry you missed turning off my light. Without you I don't know how I'll last
I'm sorry you missed me getting my first fright. I'm tired of going down the wrong path
And I'm sorry you weren't there to tell me it's Without you I feel like an outcast
alright.
We had a lot of good times
I'm sorry you never really cared, I thought that you'd always be mine
Never bothered to make a call. Life without you is not fine
In fact, I'm not sorry in the slightest bit. You always knew how to shine.
I'm not sorry at all.
If I could go back and change the past
You should be sorry, Without you I don't know how I'll last
Sorry to me, I'm tired of going down the wrong path
And sorry to all of us, Without you I feel like and outcast
For what you couldn't be.
I'm not ready to say goodbye
A Dad is supposed to love, They all tell me that I need to try
Protect, worship and care. But I would rather cry
A Dad is supposed to do all of this, My life just feels like a lie
But most importantly be there.
If I could go back and change the past
But you couldn't provide, Without you I don't know how I'll last
Protect or care. I'm tired of going down the wrong path
You couldn't worship. Without you I feel like an outcast
And you couldn't be there
I will always cry for you
Because you made the choice 'Cause I don't want to say goodbye to you
To never try with me.
Sure, you're on and off now,
But it's just too late, you see.

I mean, I get it now.

And although this makes me sad...
You will always be my father.
You'll just never be my Dad.
 Grade 11: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
The Chords of My Escape The Loudest Shadow
By Anjanae King By Anthony

The chords of my escape. It begins as a noise in the background

The feeling of a beat. keeping steady beat as it makes its round
The vibration of my soul. it can be found at any time of day
It sends me to my peak. it's so simple, just push play

I just love how it makes me feel, It creates a story for everyone's life
But there's no way the feeling is real. as if it understands your struggles and strife
I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling. it's impossible to stop, it's purpose will be served
It's the most pleasurable feeling. as if not to judge on whether or not you deserve
to feel absorbed in something bigger than yourself
The way it makes me move. where there is nobody to ever ring the bell
Just gracefully on my feet.
In the chords of my escape. Of complete reality and worry filled days
There are no expectations to meet. when life gets too real there's something that says
I'll be with you through the HAPPY and SAD
I'm free to be myself. the really GREAT days and even the BAD
I can dance, I can sing.
I can twirl around on the floor. It lingers as if ready at any possible time
That's how it's supposed to be. to lift you off your feet and begin to fly
away from all the grief, sorrow and pain
But of course, all happiness has to come to an end. to tell your mind that it's free again
I look at the ground
I sigh and frown. No judging or casting a nasty glare
It's time to let go of my only true friend. nope, just to let you know that it's always there
as the shoulder to cry on when no one else cares
I lift my hand to my ear and casts you alone to face all of your scares
And pull out the plastic.
I suddenly feel blank again. It will give you a feeling that no one else can
But soon again, I will feel ecstatic and open your eyes to the ever growing span
With the chords of my escape. of opportunity and dare and even the strength
to end it all or just shoot blanks

It tends to all of our daily needs

not for us but with us so we really can see
the magic of you when in a crowd
nothing else will sound as loud

As the beats, bells, and whistles that are in your head

revealing to you a new path to tread
for you will follow no one your path will be your own
because your are lead by something that can't be owned

To be there for whenever you desire

is its one purpose, to light your fire
it can't be stopped if the will is steady
it can be unleashed, it's always ready

To light up your day or slow down the time

to yell at the world, or even to cry
to help you with whatever you may need
or just to be there for whenever you please

It will live until the end of time

serving its purpose, to let its light shine
remember family, friends and even pets
but most of all music never forget
 Grade 12: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Nostalgia Letter To My Parents
By Meghan L Wong By Elizabeth Virgen
Together we wrote our stories.
Together we sang our songs. I just wanna know
But now it's all gone. If you're proud of me
I want you to see
Stashed away like photographs
inside my mind
What's inside me
in a place I have labeled "memories." What I hold inside
And sometimes, All the pain I go through
when I flip through those pages, And You don't have a clue
thinking tenderly of the past,
remembering who we used to be- Of what I do
sitting in class You think I'm okay
having long conversations, But underneath this smile
exchanging lyrics and words,
or just laughing 'til we couldn't breathe-
Is a girl calling for help
it fills me with a bitter-sweet ache, You tell me you care
and I just want to be little again. But I can't bear
To believe you
Sometimes, random memories-
a reminiscent word said here, I just want to leave
a familiar melody heard there, Almost as if I don't exist
a burst of giggles and laughter- I'm a ghost
catch me off-guard
and nostalgia floods my senses.
Without a reflection
I try my best
The desire to relive them, But you seem to overlook that
to create once again I know you work hard but you only want to rest
the everlasting from fleeting moments,
to feel the love that remains. I just want some time
It grips me, To spend with you, but you seem as you don't give a dime
taking hold of my entire being. You tell me so many lies
My heart is throbbing again
with that sweet ache,
That the truth dies
longing for what once was. I know I'm your only hope
And that's when I realize, But I need time to cope
it is but the wistful desire I want you to support me
of a child that never grew up
and learned just how to be. When I'm in need
As days pass
So I had to settle for passing through the moments Nothing seem to change
like walking through doors,
only allowing my heart to flutter,
When I don't see you
to flicker again with the bliss I tend to cry
I had once experienced. And pray to the Lord
It is a reminder That you are alright
of a happiness I once owned,
of the love that remains, At times I believe
of the things I no longer have... I have no family
and knowing that it will never come again Wondering why
is what makes it so sweet.
If we didn't fight
A strange feeling fills my chest Yell and bicker
as I leave this place. How my life would be like
As if I am not only going to miss But just tell one another
the people I love,
but also How much we care
the person I was at that time and place, You say you do
because I will never be that way again. But really to who?
And I cling to it,
to that memory,
I know you struggle
to that person I want to remain, I wish I could take that away
afraid to let it fade Maybe one day
to let it become a ghost, We can make something out of this
a shadow.
Everything that I have loved As long as we have one another
has become There is no one
everything I lost. Alive that could take my mother and father's place
Wasn't it beautiful
when we believed in everything?
 Adult: Choose Only ONE poem of your choice
Mom, Where Have You Gone? Let It Show
By Tala Bloneau By Erica

I will never again When you look in the mirror do you see what I can see?
see your smiling face. Your body and your spirit so unbreakable and free
I will never again When I look at every one of you, I hope you know I care.
feel your warm embrace. I hope you know you're beautiful and not a soul on Earth
compares.
I cry everyday
Wishing you'd come back. All around us in this world we are mocked by our reflections
Life just isn't the same That only show the things we hate and show our
With the Mother I lack. imperfections,
But when you look a little deeper there is so much that you
"I miss you mom, hide
Where have you gone?" That you don't need to be holding in and bottling up inside.
My days alone,
Just seem to long If you have a passion, let it out. It's been waiting so long to
shine.
I Scream and yell in anger If you love something, let it show. This is your chance. This
Wondering why your not here is your time.
I scream and yell in Sadness If you want to be an artist or you want to travel to Spain,
Wishing you were near.. Don't let anything stop you. There is no such thing as
shame.
Somedays I feel
I can't handle the Pain If you dream of being Buddhist or you want to play hockey
Somedays I cry knowing someday,
That I'll never see your face again. Forge ahead and carve a path. Don't let anything stand in
your way.
I looked up to the sky If you want to make world peace or be a therapist or play
and screamed ''Why Lord! Why!" clarinet
and as I fell to the ground Head right towards your future because you're not finished
all I could do is cry.. yet.

Maybe God put you there If you have something you're hiding, that you cover up in
for a reason. shame,
Maybe so I can see you If you're straight or bi or lesbian or transgender or gay,
In every Season There is nothing to be hiding! Show them what they've never
seen.
Maybe Life Isn't so bad You can do it! Boy or girl or not or somewhere in between.
with you gone.
Maybe you've been Because you're beautiful, yes you're beautiful. And that is
With Me all Along what I know.
You are unique and you are loved, and it is time to let it
I miss you mom, show.
Where have you gone? You are wonderful and beautiful and infinitely so much
My days alone, are still too long.. more.
Love is love! It doesn't matter what gender your heart is
beating for

Your dream is out there waiting, and so many people want

to help.
You can achieve it if you really believe it and if you believe
in yourself.
P-R-I-D-E spells pride. I have pride in you and that's
something I know.

You have so many wonderful things inside!

It's time to let them show!