Johncy Sara George
Bellerose, New York, USA
Johncy Sara GeorgeBellerose, New York, USA |
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Johncy Sara George was born on May 8, 1977 in India and came to US with her parents and sister on May 27, 1986. Johncy has been writing poetry since she was twelve years old. When she was in the eight grade, she was diagnosed with brain tumor. Poetry was her way of giving something to the world. She once said, " I want to make a lasting impression on the world. Even when I am gone, I would like people to remember me." Her very first poem called the "Pitter-Patter of the Rain" was published by the National Library of Poetry's "A Moment in Time". Johncy fought her illness with courage and dignity. She was an inspiration to everyone. Her long battle with cancer ended when she was sixteen. She is missed deeply and will not be forgotten. |
The Falling Of The RaindropsThe pitter-patter of the rainMakes me wonder and think again. Why is life the way it is? Tell me; tell me answer me please! Little children jumping in puddles While others inside gather in cuddles The pitter-patter of the rain Makes life seems so peaceful again While I lay in bed at night The pit-pit patter of the raindrops fall light Giving me hope that was gone long ago They give me strength to carry on I hear the pitter-patter - as I walk Down life's long road - I have my Blankets wrapped around me So that the journey won't seem as cold I keep on walking forward - Each little drops helps me onward. | Heaven And Earth Will Pass AwayFlowers Come, flowers goPetals fall and petals flow Through the night in the wind I see many go, I hear them Blowing away in the wind. In the morrow I might see a new flower But it will never be one like the other. The tears come and the tears fall As petals fall during the night. The flowers I saw yesterday Aren't here today. | MemoriesMemories hurts my heart whenI think of you Oh how sweet it was The memories of so long ago make me cry I cannot understand Somehow it seems those yesterdays are So much better than today's Memories of so long ago make me cry, I can't understand Why I cannot go back to you. In the night I dream I'm back with you Memories of so long ago They still hurts my heart and Makes me...Cry. |