Grandparents
Madison H
Grandparents, what is it that makes them so special,
Is it the ordinary smell of my Pawpaw’s pipe I get when I hug him,
Is it the amount of love they shower upon me,
Is it the joy I hear in my Momo’s voice,
Or is it the fact that I will never stop loving them,
Grandparents, what is it that makes them so special,
Is it the prickles of my Papa’s mustache I get when I hug him,
Is it the bond between us that will never end,
Is it the happiness in not only my Mimi’s voice but in her eyes that never fails,
Or is it that on my worst days they can always make me smile,
Grandparents, what is it that makes them so special,
Is it the fact that I’m my Pepaw’s “sweet pea” and all ways will be,
Is it the joy we are happy to share,
Is it that even though I lost her my MeMaw will be in my heart forever,
Or is it that there is no ifs, ands, or buts about Grandparents were just made special?
Nature
Madison H
Nature is a beautiful thing
From the colors of a sunset sky,
To the beautiful birds that fly so high,
From the stars that light up my night,
To the sun that shines so bright,
Nature is a beautiful thing,
From the super tall trees,
To the nectar seeking bees,
From the beach full of sand,
That was made from god’s talented hand,
Nature is a beautiful thing,
From the ocean big and blue,
To the humans me and you,
From the bears that roar real loud,
To the lions big and proud,
Nature is a beautiful thing,
Form the horses that are so amazing,
To the cows that are always grazing,
From the lizards that scurry about,
To the fisherman’s big ole trout,
Nature is a beautiful thing,
From the plants that are everywhere,
To the gorgeous gems that are very rare,
From the lightning as it strikes,
To the beauty in a nature hike,
Nature is a beautiful thing,
From the sight of a breathtaking whale,
To the very slow moving snail,
From the songs of a blue jay,
To the dawn of a new day,
Nature is a beautiful thing
Madison H
Love
Madison H
Love is like a flower ,
its grows and grows and grows,
and when its at its fullest,
blooms a pretty rose,
and though it has some pricks,
along its very way,
love is something to hold onto,
every single day,
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