I still remember everything exactly the way it was when I was growing up, It’s long gone now.

This poem is about a girl who is having lots of dreams to live,lots of things to do….a lot to express but still has a lot of things which make her stop…and even mature..is not visible to people,but for me every move of her tends me more to respect her.

I sit here today, watching the young men, who at one time were little boys; preparing for this day. I wonder where have all the little ones gone.

When you were five years old, your parents often answer some of your questions with things like “You’ll understand better one day – - – when you grow up.” And it must have been really frustrating not being able to do so many things back then because “they are for grown-ups”. So, how does a person know he is a grown-up?

Count down poem.

Whenever you start feeling sorry for yourself, try to remember that things could always be worse…

Today’s kids want it all, especially on their days off from school or work; and I wonder what about me?

Just a silly little poem I came up with.

She told me to look around, but the house was beautiful, and clean; everything had its spot, but something was missing, I could see it in her eyes. What, I did not know? Until she told me what is was!

Infancy to grown-up.