I was searching through old poems today and found these two little pieces I wrote in early 2002 when I was nine.

Happy Mother's Day

I'm glad you're my mom.
You have an amazing style.
You're also nice,
And you have a great smile.

You tuck me in at night.
You give great hugs.
When Luke makes a mess,
You vacuum the rugs.

Your voice is like a bell,
Chiming, so great!
Another good thing is
You let me stay up late.

Those are only some reasons,
That's why you're so fun.
After we snuggle,
The day's finally done.


Someone Little

Someone little found your love
Mixed up in the flowers.
That little one stares it it
For hours and hours.

Someone little found your care,
Found a little everywhere.
Your love for them might be mild,
But that someone little is your child.

Sisters

Our eyes are like skies filled with diamonds
And thousands of pixie dust stars.
Our feet in the sand, faces to the sky,
While the beach lies sleepy and warm.

And the trees sway about us like dancers,
In a breeze that is soothing and sweet.
We splash about in the gentle, white waves,
Spinning in white dresses and bare feet.

The moon casts pale shadows all 'round us,
And the soft light shines on our hair.
We giggle and twirl, only two little girls,
Dancing, laughing, without any cares.

We fall onto a pillow-white seashore,
And listen to the ocean's deep whisper.
We're young; we're amazed by the little things.
Two best friends; we are two little sisters.

Emily Whelchel
5-6-10

I honestly am not sure who painted the image above.  I was searching for a picture of two little girls on the beach to match my poem and I found the painting.  I'm not trying to take credit for the image at all.  But I love it.  So painter, whoever you are, you're amazing.