I can’t speak
because my thoughts are too heavy
I can’t hide
because I’m already hidden
I can’t feel
because I’m too broken
I can’t swim
because these tears are too deep
I can’t scream
because I’m on silent
I can’t breath
because my stress is too strong
I have anxiety
Allsorts
How Xmas Feels
Cinnamon is under my nose, the smell of the trees
The cold snow is coming to join us
Snowmen are coming to life
I snuggle in my warm bed with hot chocolate
With a family dinner
And Santa is dropping by soon with a gift for each of you
And that is how Xmas feels, my friends
Family Tree
Oh, mama, I love you!
Oh, kittens, I’ll give you your mice-cream cone!
Oh, sissy, I adore taking time with you!
Oh, Nana, I love your food!
One thing that represents them is:
Mama is artistic and crafty although,
she is always busy always finds time for the family
My kittens throw hissy – fits
Sissy is helpful
Nana has took care of us all
and that’s why I love my family tree!
Miss Bishop, the Best Teacher
Miss Bishop, you’re the best teacher
You help me with my poems
You help me with my writing
you help Miss Heckford
You help everybody
I admire and love you
You admire me
Miss Bishop, you are the best teacher
In My Dreams
In my dreams…
I have a pet
I am a vet
I live in Florida, USA
I go to Disneyland each day
I live in a great big house
Thankfully without a mouse
Things I dream in my sleep
may never happen
but they may
Winter Time
Winter is here
Snowflakes are falling
It’s a great time of the year
Santa is calling
Christmas trees are coming up
Maybe Santa will bring you a pup
The love of Christmas is finally here
People dancing and singing with cheer
People counting down days
Till the day He was born on the hay
People buying presents on Black Friday
This year Christmas is on a Sunday
People being excited with glee
Waiting to put up the tree
People having lots of fun
To stay warm having to run
Merry Christmas ⛄
When I Am Older
When I am older…
Will I have a car?
Will my work be really far?
Will I live in the same town?
Will I have a golden crown?
Will I live in a mansion?
Will I be really beautiful or handsome?
Will I like some of the same things?
Will I have a big family?
These are things that matter to me.
What Are We Truly?
I am me
She is she
He is he
We are we
So don’t go being mean to me
I am me, myself, and I
You’re you and yourself
He is him and himself
She is her and herself
But what we really are is…
Beautiful or handsome
Kind
And pretty,
We are fun and playful
And silly or maybe cheeky
But either way
I am who I am
And you are who you are
And she is who she is
And he is who he is
And we are who we are
