Tribute to my Dad on Father’s Day

The following is a tribute written by one of my fifth grade students, Raquel, to her father who had died when she was a toddler. Even though her memories of him are fleeting she holds on. I hope you found that it touched you as it had me.

Dear Dad,

I thought of you today, but that is nothing new. I thought yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have are memories and a picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake, from which I’ll never part. GOD has you in his arms and I’ll have you in my HEART.

Even though I don’t have my Dad here with me, I have a father figure and his name is Gregory. He’s smart, generous and caring he’s one of several SUPER DADS ever. He deserves nothing less from me. I LOVE him just like my Dad.

Happy Father’s Day! To all you wonderful and caring fathers out there!

From: Raquel.

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‘My Dog Spot’

Hi! I have been away from posting on my blog for quite some time. the fact is I am still to master the skill of time management. Nevertheless, this morning my fifth grader brought a cute little poem for me to read… I read and decided to share my joy and fun of reading the fifth grader’s poem. With her permission, I here thee present her poem. Have fun.

By: Shashi Moore

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‘My Dog Spot’

My dog’s name is spot

I love him a lot

His nick-name is dot

because dot rhymes with spot

he like to ripe my shoes

as well as things in my room

 

My dog spot is short

other dogs like to take

advantage of him a lot

but I make sure no

other dog hurt my little dot

 

Spot like to play outside a lot

spot is not harmful dog

he is a nice spot

I would not give away mu spot

because I love him a lot.

 

BY: Raquel Meenkum

fifth grader

Tender and Tolerant

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Tender and Tolerant
by Charles R. Swindoll
The fountain of wisdom is a bubbling brook.
Proverbs 18:4

 

How far you go in life depends on your being tender

with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic

with the striving, and tolerant of the weak and the strong.

Because someday in life you will have been all of these. –

–George Washington Carver

I have admired those words for years.

They reflect a perspective easily forgotten in a dizzy

schedule of demands and deadlines.It is easy in such a scene

to become shortsighted, to think that now is forever.

But those who sustain a close companionship with

wisdom tend to be more tender, compassionate,

sympathetic, and tolerant than those whose world

revolves around themselves.

With wisdom comes depth and stability.

When we navigate through life under

full sail with wisdom at the helm,

we may not miss all of the storms,

but we will have the strength to persevere.

We can face the unforeseen without the fear of sinking.

I post this quote on behalf of a friend for a friend.

I request all my friends who visit my site to

pray for a young friend of mine who has been

recently diagnosed with Hodgkin lymphoma multi-cells.

She is in a distant land all by herself

without any family around except for

her beloved husband for support.

She is away from her two beloved children

and she need our prayers.

Presently she is undergoing PET-Scan and chemotherapy.

I beseech your prayers for her to have all the strength she needs.

By: Shashi Moore

Basic Instincts

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 Intuitively

Glowing, seductive.

Snooping, itch to know more

Irresistible dragging’s from within the core

Ablaze stare for a foretaste, but yields eye full

Having to belie the twitch and scuttle, or drift down to the pill

Beyond boundaries boarder less, dreams flooded slide,

Mists of pleas preventing one’s flight yonder glide

All comes alive, the last breath, the last shout, last look,

 the last beat’ the last throb and even last prayer.

Stop the enflamed glows jumping from fist. Stop!

With no ifs and buts;

Beams beeping Brilliance

 Bitterly bright

My basic instincts

By: Shashi Moore

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Beneath my Wings

Happy Mother’s Day greetings to all the mothers.

I received this beautiful picture from a friend of mine. It was sent to my mail and I thought, Why not share the love and care portrayed, in this photo, with all the mothers who blog. I wish I knew the source of this picture besides from where I received: my mail. I do hope that I have not offended anyone. I could not help it but to post and  shout out.

Happy mother’s Day to You! 

Please forgive me if I have not given credit to the real owners of this beauty.

Whoever took this picture thank you for bringing joy to all our mothers.

By: Shashi Moore

If I Could

 

 

If I could

Bear the burden of your sorrow,

I would.

If I could, but for a minute,

take away your pain

and make it mine,

I would.

If I could tell you

“there’s a reason for this,”

I would.

I’d do anything

To take away your hurt.

But sometimes the road of life

Makes unexplainable twists,

Unfortunate turns,

And the whole world

seems cold and heartless.

I can’t tell you

How sorry I am

That I can’t shelter you

from this.

But I want

To leave you with

This thought—

I’m here

If you want to talk,

If you want to cry,

If you can find comfort

In sharing silence with me.

You are my friend.

I care.

By: Renee Duvall

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Dear friends, I received this hallmark card about 20 years ago,

today I feel the need to share this beautiful poem with you.

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