To My Son

Oh how the years go by,

Oh how time can certainly fly.

From once just a thought in far away dreams,

now into my arms and in my eyes gleam

the presence of you.

Your laughter and smiles

which go on for miles,

warms my heart and soul.

You're growing up so fast,

as I wish each moment with you to last forever. 

My little boy will someday be a man

and right by your side I will forever stand.

I will pick up the pieces when you fall,

I will hold your hand and help you stand tall.

And when the day comes when you are on your own,

never feel that you are alone.

No matter how near or far apart

I am always right there in your heart.

Always remember whatever you go through

that no matter what, I will always love you.

Amy Campbel

Family Friend Poems

Summer is Here

The sky is so blue, not a cloud to be seen.

                                          The Earth is a painting with every shade of green.

                                             The chirping of birds, as they gracefully fly by,

amidst the golden hue of the lustrous sky.

The flowers are so fragrant, the trees are their shield,

or under the scorching heat a breeze they should feel.

                                               The voices of children, as they play in the park.

                                              It is a definite sign, summer has made its mark.

by Anabela Loureiro

Summer

Summer is my favorite time
Its a juicy piece of fruit to dine
Its watermelon and corn--
Its a beautiful sun-lit morn
Summer is the best of all
Its jumping rope, and playing ball
Its lemonade and ice tea
Its ants, and bugs, and honey bees
Summer is the most fun
Its a happy, smiling, warm sun
Its chasing butterflies, outside
Its fireflies...at even-tide
Summer is by far, great
Its sleeping in, and staying late
Its hikes, its bikes, and climbing trees
Its bumps, bruises, and skinned knees
Summer is the one, I adore
Its seashells and sea shores
Its buckets, shovels, filled with sand
Its beaches, bikinis, and golden tans
Summer is my favorite season
Without a doubt, and good reason
Its fishing ponds and swimming pools
And best of all there is no school.

by Kelley

Hope

Hope looks for the good in people

instead of harping for the worst.

Hope opens doors where despair

closes them.

Hope draws its power from a

deep trust in God and the basic

goodness of human nature.

Hope "lights a candle" instead of

"cursing the darkness."

Hope regards problems, small or

large, as opportunuties.

Hope pushes ahead when it would

be easy to quit.

Hope is a good loser because it

has the divine assurance of final

victory.

Father James Keller, M.M

Founder, The Christophers

A Christmas Creed

I believe in Jesus Christ and in the beauty

of the gospel begun in Bethlehem.

I believe in the one whose spirit glorified a little town;

and whose spirit still brings music to persons all over the world,

in towns both large and small.

I believe in the one for whom the crowded inn could find no room,

and I confess that my heart still sometimes

wants to exclude Christ from my life today.

I believe in the one who the rulers of the earth ignored

and the proud could never understand;

whose life was among common people,

whose welcome came from persons of hungry hearts.

I believe in the one who proclaimed

the love of God to be invincible:

I believe in the one whose cradle was a mother's arms,

whose modest home in Nazareth had love for its only wealth,

who looked at persons and

made them see what God's love saw in them,

who by love brought sinners back to purity,

and lifted human weakness up to meet the strength of God.

I confess my ever-lasting need of God:

The need of forgiveness for our selfishness and greed,

the need of new life for empty souls,

the need of love for hearts grown cold.

I believe in God who gives us the best of himself.

I believe in Jesus, the son of the living God,

born in Bethlehem this night, for me and for the world.

Their Heart is My Home

Familiar warmth greets

the moment I step into my parents heart

a nest that is always there

for me right from the start

A place where I am

embraced for who I am

where the child within me

runs care free like a little lamb

Every tear and every outbursts

of anger that I pour

is never left unheard

or shut behind the door

It is a garden where

love and unity strives

no matter the difficulty

to my calls help always

arrives

Every corner of their heart

is tender to my touch

whenever I knock upon

I'm welcomed and content

like sitting on a comfy couch

My parents heart

is where my home is

day or night far or near

there, my mind is truly at ease

Meena.S