For My Best Friend

This is for you, my best friend,
the one person i can tell my soul too
Who can relate to me like no other
Who I can laugh with to no extents,
Who I can cry too when times are tough,
Who can help me with the problems of my life.

Never have you turned your back on me
Or told me I wasn't good enough
Or let me down

I don't think you know what that means to me
You have went through so much pain and

you still have time for me.
And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying
And I look up too you because you are strong,
and caring and beautiful.
Even though you don't think you are.

And I hope you know that I am always here
To listen to you laugh and cry and help
In all the ways that i can
And I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me.

I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, 

with out you,My best friend.....

"This is for my best buddy in the whole world "

Mother-child relationship

This is a beautiful poem where the poet expresses 

a little child’s affection for his mother.

Supposing I became a champak flower, just for fun, 

and grew on a branch high up that tree, 

and shook in the wind with laughter and 

danced upon the newly budded leaves,

would you know me mother?

You would call, “Baby, where are you?” 

and I should laugh to myself and keep quite quiet.

I should slyly open my petals and watch you at your work.

When after your bath with wet hair spread on your shoulders, 

you walk through the shadow of the champak tree to

the little court where you say your prayers, 

you would notice the scent of the flower, 

but not know it came from me.

When after the midday meal you sat at the 

window reading the Ramayana, 

and the tree’s shadow fell over your hair and your lap, 

I should fling my tiny shadow on to the page of your book, 

just where you were reading.

But would you guess that it was the shadow of your little child?

When in the evening you went to the cowshed 

with the lighted lamp in your hand, 

I should suddenly drop to the Earth again and 

be your own baby once more, 

and beg you to tell me a story.

“Where have you been, you naughty child?’

“I won’t tell you, mother.” 

That’s what you and I would say then.

- By Rabindranath Tagore

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

A Message Every Adult Should Read, 

Because Children Are Watching You 

And Doing As You Do, Not As You Say.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking, 

I Saw You Hang My First Painting 

On The Refrigerator, 

And I Immediately Wanted To 

Paint Another One.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking,

I Saw You Feed A Stray Cat, 

And I Learned That It Was Good 

To Be Kind To Animals.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking, 

I Saw You Make My Favorite Cake For Me,

And I Learned That 

The Little Things Can Be
The Special Things In Life.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking, 

I Heard You Say A Prayer, 

And I Knew There Is A God I Could Always
Talk To And I Learned To Trust In God.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking, 

I Saw You Make A Meal And Take It To A Friend Who Was Sick, 

And I Learned That We All Have 

To Help Take Care Of Each Other.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking, I Saw.!!

(Written By A Child)

If You Can Dream It You can do it

If you can dream it
You can do it
Anything in every bit
With your own talent and wit
If you can see through
All dreams will come true
Anything at all
Each day has its call

Wonder on by

Through the dreams you see

Open up your sky

Come and follow me

Dreams are a notion

And feelings from your heart

Through its timeless ocean

With each new start

If you can dream it

You can do it

Never feel unfit

When you can prove it

Anything out there

Is for your dreams

Come follow me from here

With what it seems

Have your own try

Through in what you see

Like clouds fly on by

So it must be

Give it magic potion

That never shall depart

Opportunities and emotion

Are its main part

A poem by Peter S. Quinn