Those were the days, a kid forever
As the rain pours upon the mighty Rogue River
I get a warm feeling and begin to remember
My Saturdays as a kid
Watching cartoons till ten I did
Then off to the beach to reel in the perch
Then off again to play in the dirt
Riding bikes all over the city
Having fun and being silly
Never a worry, never a care
Bologna sandwiches and root beer
Riding horses and motorbikes
Shoot’n guns and flying kites
No computers or video games
We played in the sun, we played in the rain
Old age has come and slowed me down
But I’ll be a kid till I’m dead in the ground
A phantom came to me
And told me that I must
Repent for all
The lying I've
"Throw away the temptation,"
He'd say, "solve
Where you stand in the
Tell the truth, for God's
By God as my holy witness,
I swore that I
The hurt in Mommy's eyes
Strengthened the guilt that
Ate away at my
Daddy was the smart one
In this tedious war
Erupting inside our
Family. He forged
Alliances first and
Make Mom the
He turned his children
Into soldiers so he
Victory; his children
Were bloody and broken
On the battlefield, but
We still had one
I was the rebel force
That exposed the
Truth to the
Enemy, only now I
Realize the real enemy
Was my father.
As the cover was
She was a whirlwind
Ready to destroy
Anything in her
Even after hearing
From the comforts
Of a corner and
As they sang happy birthday
To me with one
Pitiful candle in an
I knew that in this lifetime,
Wasn't so great.
and down my hall
up to the ceiling
to the floor
side to side
and door to door.
little round thing,
the joy you bring
laugh and sing__
bounce all around
up in the air
and back down
to the ground.
Come on kid!!
Come on kid!!
COME ON KID!!!!!!
" one, two, three, four, five, six, seven ,eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thriteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen,twenty,twenty one, COME ON! twenty two, "
Over here!!! HERE! OVER HERE!!
Yay!! It is summer holiday,
But we don't know how to spend our day,
Maybe go for a swim,
Or try to become slim,
How bout reading a book?,
Or try and become a cook,
Or else go out for ice cream,
Or ride a roller coaster and a scream,
I think going to active will be fun,
Or maybe going to Antarctica will be cool,
Or just sit in front of the tv and get board,
Or go out to the park and ride a skateboard,
Maybe spending time with friends and playing board games,
Or reading the newspapers about hue Olympic games,
There are lots of things to so is holiday,
And we won't even know that,
We have enjoyed,
The whole summer holiday!
There are so many bad things that are happening and I am getting irritated more quickly.
What if I told you that I would become famous. What if I told you that one day everyone will know what my name is. What if I told you that I can't seem to shake the shade. What if I told you that I no longer feel comfortable in this bed I made. What if I told you that you were right and what if I never saw the world and never came home at night?
I was in 7th grade when Sammie was born.
I remember someone walked into my classroom to give me the message,
that my very first niece had arrived.
I was so excited,
I almost cried.
Right after school my cousin rushed me to see her.
I remember she was so tiny,
I held her carefully in fear that I would break her.
She was the cutest little thing I had ever seen.
She even smiled at me.
She was premature,
so there were a few things that needed to be done.
She was a little sick and ended up staying in the hospital for awhile,
and because she was born only three days before my birthday,
I spent my 13th birthday with her in the hospital room.
I didn't mind spending my time there.
I loved seeing her sweet little face.
Although I hated when she'd cry,
and we weren't allowed to comfort her.
She was so beautiful and fragile.
Before I knew it,
she started growing.
She started out as a baby who just slept all the time,
and turned into a crazy toddler,
who often walked into my room and stole my breakfast every morning.
When she started to talk,
she began calling me "Mamber".
She couldn't say Amber without an M at the beginning,
but I didn't try correcting her.
I loved it.
Suddenly she was 5 years old.
She started talking like a little adult,
and she'd sing along to all my favorite songs with me.
She would sometimes push my buttons just for a good laugh,
but I wouldn't change a thing.
When she turned 7,
we realized she was a little different than most kids.
She had fears,
similar to the ones I struggle with as an adult,
and she could barely function because of those fears.
We realized she had anxiety and OCD.
To think that my sweet little niece had to carry such a heavy weight,
broke my heart into pieces.
I've felt the power of anxiety,
and I know the pain that comes with it.
we found a way to help her cope,
and she no longer suffered as badly.
A fear here and there would pop up along the way,
but nothing abnormal like before.
She's now 8 years old,
but she likes to pretend she's 18.
She tells me she wants to call me Amber now,
and I refuse to let her.
I think it'll break my heart if she does.
She looks around my room,
and admires the paintings and drawings I've done,
and tells me that when she's big she wants to do things like I do.
I tell her that when she gets big,
she can do anything she wants to.
I never knew I could love a little human being so much.
Sometimes I pick her up and squeeze her,
just to tell her that she has got to stop growing up so fast.
She tells me she wants to be big,
and that being little isn't fun.
I know she will grow up,
regardless of how much I want her to stay small,
but there's one thing I will never stop teaching her.
I will relay it in her mind,
until it sticks with her.
I will tell her:
Keep that child-like spirit.
Be a kid at heart,
And never let the world convince you to grow up too fast.
I love my Sammie.
She will always be little in my eyes.
Even when she's the age I am right now,
I will always see that little curly headed girl,
with the bright hazel eyes..
so ready to conquer the world.