Lillian M. Lewis

Springfield Gardens, NY, USA

I learned as a young child how to recite poetry from memory. But I did not learn how to write poetry until high school. That is when I stopped writing it in paragraphs, and instead wrote in verses. But I always was good at reciting poetry. Each time I recited it, I tried to be as good as my Mother, who I thought was the best. I believe, with her, it was innate. My daughter is so proud of my poetry writing. I wish my son and husband were alive to see my accomplishment.

Beauty Fades Away

There is one thing I want but never had.
I can not buy it and I am so sad.
Mother would have given it to me,
I know,
If she had chosen her other beau.

But, she chose the one with inside beauty
that eyes can not see,
And not the other one with great outside
beauty, who was as charming as could be.
Dad was the one with the inside beauty that
will always stay.
It is not like outside beauty that with time,
fades away.

Many people had great beauty at birth,
But, little or none when they left this earth,
Like time, it slowly passes away,
Until there was little, or none one day.

I am now no longer sad, because of the outside
beauty I never had.
More important is my inside beauty from my Mom
and Dad.
It is deep inside me where it will always stay,
Because it can not be taken away.

Mother

My Mother is one of the most wonderful mothers I know.
That is why I love and respect her so.
Perhaps some day I will be loved and respected
as much as she,
But, that is probably an impossibility.

Nevertheless, i am certainly going to try,
And I am going to start right now.
Do you want to know what I am going to do?
Then listen carefully, and I will tell you.

First I am going to be more friendly with
the people here.
Then I will try to become friendly with the
people who live near,
When thy see how kind and wonderful I can be,
Perhaps they will be happy to become friendly
with me.

There are no people who dislike me that I
know.
I hope it stays that way wherever I go.
However, I may find some unkind people in
a small place.
Because, there always will be such people
in the Human Race.

JoBenet Ramsey

She was as charming and cute as some little
girls you see,
With a smile so sweet and very lovely.
If you have asked yourself, "Who can she be?"
The answer is, Child Model, JoBenet Ramsey.

The child was so young with many years ahead when,
Someone took those remaining years from her
three-scores and ten.
Now she can not become the Star Model she
wanted to be,
But will always be remember only, as JoBenet Ramsey.

When they find the killer, who took her life
away that day,
That person should be thrown in prison and
there forever stay,
Because, if the killer is ever set free,
The next victim could be you or me.