Caps Aloft New paths stretch wide—Caps aloft, high;Pages turn in the breeze,Dreams catch the sky.Futures woven from today,Brave hearts, bold play. Meaning This poem celebrates the spirit of graduation, marking it as a significant transition where educational achievements translate into broader life opportunities. The imagery of caps thrown high symbolizes both celebration and the launching…
Graduation Grins Caps tossed up, we’re finally free,No more tests, oh glee, oh glee!Books closed tight, a scholar’s spree,Coffee mugs, now history.Teachers sigh with sweet relief,Parents beam beyond belief.We step out, somewhat naïve,Diplomas up our crafty sleeve.Off to life, with loans to pay,Adulting starts, but first, hooray!Four years locked in study’s bay,Now “real world”, come…
Diploma Doodles Drawing dreams, tiny hands wave,Inking futures, bright and brave.Pages turn, new chapters start,Laughter echoes, from the heart.Odd scribbles, colors blend,Memories made, moments to lend.Artful journeys just begin,Doodles mark where they’ve been.Over the threshold, steps so bold,Opens the story yet to be told.Daring to dream, on paths they tread,Light-hearted leaps, where hopes are led.Every…
Little Graduates Caps on heads, big smiles too,Today we cheer, just for you.Colors bright on robes so small,Little feet in the big hall.Rhymes we’ve learned, numbers too,Songs and stories, old and new.Hand in hand, we take a bow,Our preschool journey ends now.Stars you are, and stars you’ll be,Dream your dreams, wild and free.From tiny seeds,…
I am Losing My Mom Soft breaths fading,A dimming light, serene,Her hands once warm,Now gentle, cold, unseen.Mom’s laughter echoes,In rooms now silent, bare,Her stories linger,In the air, everywhere.Tears trace the paths,Of love’s deep grooves worn,I am losing my mom,In dawn’s pale mourn.Yet in each sunrise,Her smile I see glow,In winds, whispers,Mother’s love, it still flows….
Last Goodbye In the dim room, your hands were my calm,A tender grip, soft and warm.Each breath a feather, light and frail,Words unspoken, our silent tale.Your eyes, a mirror of the past,Echoing laughter, moments vast.A smile creased, through the pain,Farewell unsaid, in your gaze lain.Touch so gentle, with the fading light,A threadbare peace, as day…
Threads of Love Mama’s voice, a gentle tide,Echoes softly, far and wide.Stitches tales in the dim light,Colors blend into the night.Her hands, a dance upon the seam,Crafting more than just a dream.Mama’s words, a woven spell,In every loop, her stories dwell.Patchwork memories, tenderly sewn,In each thread, her love is shown.Mama’s care, in cloth and thread,Blankets…
Grace and Glory Bells toll in the morning light,Songs of grace fill the air bright.Hands folded, heads gently bow,In church pews, we honor them now.Flowers laid on sacred ground,Soft prayers are a soothing sound.Heroes slept, in peace, they rest,With crosses marking their brave quest.Through faith, their courage we recall,For freedom, they gave their all.God’s love,…
Quiet Gratitude Fields of white stones, each a silent tale,Flags flutter softly in the mourning gale.Honor their memory, sacrifices cast,In quiet gratitude, forever vast. Meaning This short poem pays homage to those who have fallen in service, symbolized by the white stones of military cemeteries and the flags that flutter above them. It speaks to…
World Donkey Day Each eighth of May, we pause to praise,The humble donkey and its ways.Across the globe, in fields and farms,They labor on with quiet charms.Burden bearers in sun’s harsh ray,Carrying hope, day by day.In rural hearts, they’re beasts of burden,On rocky paths, by river and garden.A call for care, a plea for respect,Against…
