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But where’s mom and dad? She asked.

Monday, July 31st, 2006

Don’t grieve their charcoaled faces,

Your tears flow down in endless traces

At those lifeless eyes looking back at nowhere but places.

Before you even said your goodbyes and picked up your cases,

Look up at the sky and smile at their gazes,

Heaven doors are opening for them, everything erases.

Talented!

Monday, January 23rd, 2006

Meemo posted a poem called ‘See?’ on A Short Poem. I think she’s very talented!

A Short Poem

Sunday, December 25th, 2005

He hugs like a hippo,

And makes ladies squirm with delight.

But he’s someone with a gentle heart …

You will hate his naughtiness,

But still … you will ask him to hold you tight!

Written by my older sister.