Showing posts with label granddaughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label granddaughter. Show all posts
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Survival of Life's Storms
Today, I am a proud Nana sharing a poem written by my 13-year old granddaughter, Madison. She wrote it for a class at school. The poem connects life through the survival of a natural storm and that of the survival of cancer.
Flowers in a Summer Storm
by Madison Hopper
by Madison Hopper
Flowers sway,
Side to side,
To and fro,
Gently with a summer breeze.
Flowers dance,
To the beat of the drums,
To the beat of the thunder.
The wind howls and hisses,
A storm is approaching.
To the beat of the drums,
To the beat of the thunder.
The wind howls and hisses,
A storm is approaching.
Flowers fight,
The wind pushing them,
Pushing them to a breaking point.
A streak of lightning zips through the sky,
Striking a weeping willow.
The wind pushing them,
Pushing them to a breaking point.
A streak of lightning zips through the sky,
Striking a weeping willow.
Flowers become weak,
Unable to withstand the harsh conditions.
The wind laughs,
The storm fortifies.
Unable to withstand the harsh conditions.
The wind laughs,
The storm fortifies.
Flowers grow feeble,
Not able to decide their own fate.
Some give and break,
Others are determined,
Yet are barely able to endure the storm.
Not able to decide their own fate.
Some give and break,
Others are determined,
Yet are barely able to endure the storm.
Flowers survive,
Though frail.
The deadly storm passes,
Taking some,
Yet feeling defeated.
Though frail.
The deadly storm passes,
Taking some,
Yet feeling defeated.
Flowers mend,
Growing stronger by the day.
Trying to heal, Beating the odds.
Returning to normal,
Yet being stronger,
And more beautiful with the experience.
Growing stronger by the day.
Trying to heal, Beating the odds.
Returning to normal,
Yet being stronger,
And more beautiful with the experience.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
I've Known Perfection
Few are chosen to know perfection
for it lasts just a brief moment,
blessing those elected to handle its care
Perfection comes to bring joy and happiness,
filling the heart with wondrous elegance.
Perfection leaves an infinite impression
joining the young and the old,
the weak and the strong, the rich and the poor.
In its path is the confidence of heaven,
of God, of a special place beyond here and now.
I have seen perfection face to face
blessing those elected to handle its care
Perfection comes to bring joy and happiness,
filling the heart with wondrous elegance.
Perfection leaves an infinite impression
joining the young and the old,
the weak and the strong, the rich and the poor.
In its path is the confidence of heaven,
of God, of a special place beyond here and now.
I have seen perfection face to face
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