| Here is a compilation of three short love poems | | | | For this I am sorry. |
| written by twelve-year-old Emily. The first is a | | | | Next time I'll try. |
| short poem about how Emily loves her teachers. | | | | You are wonderful, |
| During the school year, her literature class was | | | | And I'm glad you're mine. |
| given an assignment to write a letter to a | | | | (Emily really can put out what she feels in a love |
| departing teacher. Emily asked if she could write a | | | | poem, even at age twelve. I hope you see this in |
| poem instead and was given permission. | | | | time for your next Mother's Day because it is |
| The second poem was written for a hand made | | | | probably how your child feels about you, whether |
| card that Emily made for her mother for Mother's | | | | spoken, written or acted.) |
| Day. Similarly, the third was written for a hand | | | | A Father's Day Poem |
| made card for her father for Father's Day. | | | | By: Emily |
| The Last Dayby: Emily | | | | This is for you, |
| The saddest thing | | | | Dear Daddy of mine |
| It's hard to say | | | | To let you know |
| Is seeing you on | | | | I think you're devine. |
| Your last day. | | | | A bunch of years |
| I take it for granted, | | | | Have flown by real fast |
| Though I see you a lot, | | | | But do not worry, |
| Just how much you do | | | | I'll always keep our past. |
| And your kind thought. | | | | It'll travel with me |
| You helped me understand | | | | Wherever I go. |
| Things I couldn't before. | | | | I'll remember the times we've had |
| I can't bear to watch you | | | | So long ago. |
| Walk out of that door. | | | | Please don't be sad, |
| Though I'll miss you, | | | | Dear Daddy of mine |
| I know indeed | | | | For there are more to come, |
| You'll do great out there | | | | You will find. |
| Planting new seeds. | | | | I'll always remember |
| "What seeds", you are asking | | | | Those things we did |
| "Why can't I see?" | | | | Like snowmobiling |
| But you have already | | | | (When Mommy was hid). |
| Planted one in me. | | | | Riding our bikes, |
| It will grow and grow, | | | | Hitting golf balls, |
| As I learn more and more. | | | | Getting up on skis, |
| Each day I'll remember | | | | Without a fall. |
| What you taught me before. | | | | Driving the golf cart, |
| I'm happy for you | | | | Nicktoons Racing, |
| To plant more seeds. | | | | Jumping on the trampoline, |
| I know they will grow | | | | And later your back aching. |
| Without any weeds. | | | | No matter where we go |
| There won't be weeds. | | | | Or what we do, |
| Yes, of that I am sure. | | | | In my heart always |
| For you have touched them. | | | | There's a place for you. |
| Now they are pure. | | | | I hope this card helped |
| The saddest thing, | | | | You to see |
| It's hard to say, | | | | Just how much |
| Is seeing you on | | | | I love you, Daddy! |
| Your last day. | | | | (More telling than the exact words are the eyes |
| A Mother's Day Poemby: Emily | | | | of the daughter as she watches her father read |
| Mom, I love you. | | | | the personally prepared poem. I feel that all |
| That is true. | | | | children can write down their feelings. Some may |
| All the way | | | | not be able to put in poem format, but I see |
| To infinity, too. | | | | them as poems anyway as they are from the |
| Now that I'm older | | | | heart. This may be the best way for them to |
| And wiser, too, | | | | express themselves. |
| I realize just | | | | When you see some spare time for your child |
| How much you do. | | | | coming up, why not give some space, and |
| Most of the time | | | | provide pencil and paper. Ask your child to write |
| I don't look to see | | | | about how he or she feels about birds, or snow, |
| How many things | | | | or the blue sky, or you, or whatever. My guess is |
| You do for me. | | | | that you will be surprised! |