Hello Everyone 🙂
My Mom’s birthday was on May 10th which falls on the Mexican Mother’s Day holiday, so it was a special day to celebrate not only my Mom’s birthday, but also how much she means the world to me and my siblings. In honor of U.S. Mother’s Day coming up on the 14th here is a Mother’s Day poem that I want to share with you guys.
My Mother’s hands may be worn out
from all of the everyday work that she does,
from cooking, cleaning, to working full-time;
still her hands never cease to loose the warmth
of a comforting Mother’s touch.
Her hands have comforted every fever,
every sadness, and every tough time
I have gone through in my life.
Her words of wisdom and guidance
give me the hope and strength that
I need to keep on going.
No matter how many times I fall
she will always be there for me to
with her hands wide open to fill me
with comfort, and her never-ending love.
Every song means life, passion, love, and stories told in lyrics.
What is life without music?
The banning of music would mean the banning of all it’s beauty and joy.
Music is my ears best friend.
It has comforted me through my darkest days.
Songs lyrics give me something to believe in, to give me hope and faith in a world that has no light of hope I just put on my headphones and play the music that feeds my soul, that reminds me always to keep on going in spite of the challenges in front of me.
I have a million favorite songs that play inside my head day and night they keep me company whenever I feel lonely and scared.
Spreading a good song is like spreading positivity into the world.
As an introvert it let’s me express myself when no one is willing to listen to me. It gives me a chance let myself be free and to get rid of anything that is bothering me inside.
Ally could not contain her patience as she sneaked an old notebook that she had found in the attic of her grandparents house.
She opened it to discover it blank but its pages were in great condition still.
“Great what good is this notebook if it does not have any words.” She took a pen out from her desk drawer and wrote:
I know you are a really old journal from hundreds of years ago and you have been empty, I will write to you as a secret book just like Secret Alice does.