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Cancer

This is for you Mrs. Kelling,
and for anyone else
who has cancer
or who has died
from cancer.

You were a great teacher
I will never forget.
Touched the life’s of so many
kids.
Your students will miss you
and so will I .
You were the best teacher a student
could ask for.
Always there
Always kind.

You fought the cancer
You tried to win
But the cancer fought back
and the cancer won in the end.
You will be missed by all.
You now teach the children of Heaven.

By JesseNeo writer, Morgan.

Last year me and my little brother’s first grade teacher died of cancer. I wrote this poem in honor of her and any others who were taken by cancer. And I would love to share this with the world.

Jesse Neo

Posted on March 12th, 2010 in Poetry

Story of a Child

I sit here watching, waiting
wondering what I’ve done
I once had friends
but now I don’t
they all think I’m a monster
just because of what she wrote
she wrote of the evil and wrong things of the world
but I cry not a tear
not one
they all called me a monster
they said I didn’t care
we used to laugh
but now all they do is jeer
I sit here watching, waiting
wondering what I’ve done
I once had grandparents
but they are up above now
killed by a drunk driver
they were well respected
loved by all
I loved them so
they were my candle in a dark tunnel
but now they are up with God
because some man had to drink and drive
I sit here watching, waiting
wondering what I’ve done
I once had a dog
but now she’s under the chestnut tree
she was the most beautiful dog you ever did see
She was always there to protect me
but one day some kids thought it cool to toss a few rocks
one rock hit my Jessi right on the head
and Jessi didn’t move no more
I wanted to sue
but my parents said there’s nothing to do
I sit here watching, waiting
wondering what I’ve done
I once had parents who loved me
but now they are both in jail
Mommy didn’t cook or clean
she laid around with a
bottle of Jim Beam
She didn’t buy me new clothes
all she cared about was her Jim Beam
Daddy would come into my room late at night
he would lay next to me
when he was done and before he left he would say
“I do it because I love you so much”
Mommy didn’t love me and daddy loved me too much
soon they both started beating me
then one day at school my teacher noticed
and God bless her heart she called the cops
They put me in a foster home.
I hang here
in my foster home, in my foster room, in my foster closet
wondering what I did to get this life
I once had a life,
but not anymore.

By JesseNeo writer, Morgan.

Although this poem is not true many children’s daily life is like this, sometimes worse. If you ever see any signs of abuse do not hesitate to contact someone. You never know, you could just save a child’s life. So please call your local police. I did, and I saved a little girl’s life.

Jesse Neo

Posted on March 12th, 2010 in Poetry, Stories

A Rose For You

A love note

Monday morning I got a note.
It was from him,
the guy I love.
He wrote:

The good: Holding hands,
talking on the phone for hours without say a word, hugs,
And you.

The bad: Seeing those eyes of grey cry,
not knowing where you are,
fighting with you,
and me.

The ugly:
You and Me.

Girl, you’re so beautiful.
You could have any guy you want.
The thing I can’t figure out,
is why you choose me.
Just your average guy.

You’re the beauty and I’m the beast.
You’re then lady and I’m the tramp.
Say don’t you know girl,
you could do much better than me.

Here is to you and me
and all the others on the planet.
I want to leave you behind,
but I’m just so addicted to you.
Yeah, babe, I love you.
If you love me too,
You’ll take my hand.
Because this is a rose for you.

By JesseNeo writer, Morgan.

Jesse Neo