I Miss You

I miss you

I don’t know why I miss you

I don’t know if I miss the way it felt

When your hand touched mine

Our long talks and the way

We fit together as if we’d known each other

All our lives

I don’t know if I just miss your smile

When you looked at me

Or your lack of full attention for more

Than a few minutes

Yet your never ending list

Of adventurous things for us to do

I don’t know if I just miss

Having someone to kiss

Or knowing you will always be there

Or being able to say you’re mine

Or the letters

Or the laughs

Or the security

Or the comfort

I don’t know if I miss the moments and memories

Or the stars we gazed at

Or the times we gazed at each other

Or the secrets we shared

Or the mistakes we grew from

Or our hope for the future

Or our plans for our future

I don’t know if I just miss your cats

Or your family

Or your house

Or your touch

Maybe I just miss your presence

Maybe I only miss the thought of you

But all I know

Is that

I miss you

Don't Touch

Climbing carelessly across crimson crystals

Why were words wished away when

Mommy mumbled ‘move from my room’

She saw something slip solemnly

From frustrated fragile fingers

I tried to tug the treasures down

But tiny tots can’t try to be tough

Dazzling diamonds danced down to doom

Beautiful box breaks bity baby ‘boom’

Crimson crown cascading through carpet

A damaged dear, because I refused to hear

“My jewelry box is heavy, move away from baby.”

Good Luck

Good Luck

I still have my dad’s notes; I carry the worn out letters scribbled on yellow-edged pages pasted in a leather cover beside my hip, everywhere I go. In fact it’s the only thing I still have from earth. Well that and the rusty 2057 penny wedged in my jean pocket. It was a gift that I received my last full day on earth. I was given it by Ky Merkely, who had scrapped it off from the dirt in the space between our feet.

            He rubbed it on the inside of his nicely ironed shirt and placed it in my palm, wrapping it up in my fingers.

            “For good luck,” he smiled at me with sparkling eyes. I smiled back with the heads up penny blanketed in my hand. We stood there grinning at each other by the lake a mile from my house and a mile from his. We’d snuck out, more like told our guardians we were going on a walk alone, and met up in the middle.

            Ky Merkely wasn’t all that special just important. He was the first boy who had ever shown interest in me, or so Leela Beach said so. I never knew him all that well, in fact hardly knew him at all. Just that he was a pretty good looking boy from school, who apparently had been checking me out. Now that’s all I’ll ever know of him.

            When we parted ways that afternoon, looking back at each other, the thought never crossed my mind that that would be the last time I’d ever see him. I’m sure he never thought that either.

            And certaintly neither of us could have guessed that he should have perhaps kept the penny for himself, because he needed the luck more than I did.

Something!

Cursive, print, lighter, or darker

Pencil, crayon, brush, or marker

Paper, wall, table, or chair

Jeans, t-shirt, or simply the air

As long as I can create something

I won't feel like a nothing

A drawing of a flower, for you to get better

A very, very long, no, never ending love letter

A story of a young boy, that's stored in my mind

A painting of a girl who's hair can shine

As long as  I can create something

I won't feel like a nothing

I like the feeling of that piece of wood

Stuck between my thumb and pointer finger, knowing that I could

Draw, write, doodle, scribble, whatever I wanted to

And I know I really will do, because

As long as I can create something

I won't feel like a nothing

Written by: Mrs. Bieber

Just Outside the Pool Gates

Green towels all in a line

Yellow pool rules sign

Blue water turned that way by the chlorine

Brown sand, thrown in, that makes the water gleam

Red bikinis on itty-bitty waists

White concrete walls, which cracks are filled with paste

Orange Popsicles being licked up

Black pop poured in a cup

These are a few of the things

That my eyes to me bring

Green flip-flops that are sure to be there all day

Yellowish-gold curls bouncing away

Blue water moving with a fast pace

Brown sandy hair swishing across a boy's face

Red lips moving with a flirtatious motion

White skin being lathered with sunscreen lotion

Orange sun glowing in the afternoon sky

Black and red trousers swimming by

These are a few of the things

That my eyes to me bring

Written by: Mrs. Bieber

Like a River

Our love is like a river

Fowing smoothly along

Like a love song

The path is indecisive

But whatever it will give

It will be between you and I

Sometimes though there's a storm

And our love is no longer warm

The river jumps and splashes

There are cracks and gashes

There's argues and fights

Painful days and long dreamless nights

But in the very end

The river is my friend

The water brushes my toes

A drop touches my nose

The river draws me in

But if I fall too far in

I'll lose my breath and drown

Into your love once again

Written by: Mrs. Bieber

If I Had an Apple Seed

If I had an apple seed

I would plant a tree and clime to heaven

If I could have all the speed

I'd race across the waters to help Japan

If I were to grow the longest hair

I would build a hammock for myself to swing in

If I could breathe underwater, I swear

I would search for Ariel, the little mermaid

If i could have a song written about me

It would be my first dance song on my wedding day

If I could be anyone I wanted to be

I would       just       be       me

If I were able to fly higher than high

I'd be writing this on the moon

If I just watched the day go by

I wouldn't sleep until I regained what I missed

If I could only just have a flower

I'd pluck the pedals and chant, "he loves me... he loves me not..."

If I were in the highest tower

I'd go to the top, then ride down fast on the elevator

If I were to be an animal for a day

I would be a cat, so I could get massages all day

If I were on a beach, just by the bay

I'd sink my toes into the sand and gaze at God's gifts surrounding me

If I were the richest on earth

I just might go crazy

If only some people knew they were worth

No more than myself, I wouldn't have to make such an effort to be pretty

If I could turn around and go to the past

I would simply fix my hair from this morning

If today were my last

I'd give it all to you 

Written by: Mrs. Bieber