My grandma is a lady that died to soon.
She was a lady with more dreams and more love.
She didn’t want to leave she wanted to protect.                                                                                                                                                                                                            
I needed her to help me with my life.
She is a angel that looks over my shoulder.
She guides me beyond the grave.
She gives me hope.
I always felt like I didn’t love her enough.
I wish I could see her again
I love her.
But I have learned she still loved me.
She someone I hold dearly.
My angel.
My grandma.

Beautifulness comes in different ways.
We can show by our body and smiles.
We can show by voices or how we are.
Being beautiful is not about how you look.
Its how you are, how you show yourself.
Beautifulness can come in art and nature.
It can show us hope and despair.
Something that is beautiful can be different.
But we all are beautiful we all are art.

Emotions is something that lives in our body is like different versions of ourselves in our body.
You could hide them or show them, but you can never get rid of them.
Emotions have sweet and sour sides and people can fear these emotions.
Love is an emotion that people wish to feel and experience it makes us blind sometimes.
But some people never feel the love emotion and live in a dark place.
Anger is an emotion that can give fear to people an emotion we can’t control.
Sadness can lead to more sadness or makes us more controlled if we show sadness.
If we hold these feelings we can be depressed and maybe never recover.
Emotions we can never predict but it’s a part of us as humans.

Life is a long bridge that you’re building until its done and you can go to the other side to go.
People say on that side theirs you get to build a new bridge that maybe easier or harder.
You build you’re bridge with your friends, family and you’re loved one.
Maybe the bridge can’t be perfect maybe theirs dark spots on them maybe we don’t ever finish it and it just ends.
We all hope to build a nice healthy bridge, but it seems always to be problems and people end it sooner cause it’s too hard.
But that’s why we have other people to build this bridge and we hope to enjoy the ride until it ends.

My mind is like a dying kitten that’s in a puddle.
The kitten died from losing hope in life and died without hope.
The puddle was once solid with dreams and goals but got crushed.
The kitten wanted to live on showing that it could do it without any help.
The kitten tried without any help and that’s why it died.
It needs friends to help it needs itself too.
But in the end, its gone forever.