A MOTHER'S DEATH!

When we lose something that is precious to us, we are left with a feeling of sadness. Whether it is a precious friend or even a treasured object, the loss can be hard to bear. It is as if a part of you has gone missing. Throughout our life we amass collections of friends and treasured possessions. Having close relationships help us feel as if we are not alone in the world. When we lose someone or something that is precious to us, we may realize that there is a certain aloneness that can never be filled. Ultimately the condition of life is one of being alone before God.

I wrote this poem when I was 13. Of all the poems I have ever written, this is the one I love the most. The thought of losing her made me write this poem. I just wish no one will ever leave or lie to their mother....ever.....because you have only one mother in your life time.

Today My Mother Died

© Sania Harris

Today my mother died

Silently without a sign

No inkling about her sadness

Even though we filled her with madness

Never being a burden for us

Instead giving us all a bless

Today my mother died

The one to whom I always lied

Screaming at her for her calmness

Creating all kind of fuss

Not thinking about her loneliness

Putting her in deep distress

Today my mother died

Thinking about her fate, I sighed

The times I went away

The times I never looked back

The pains she felt astray

The pains she felt setback

Today my mother died

I recalled her past and cried

Source: Today My Mother Died, Mother Poems http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/family/poetry.asp?poem=20000#ixzz0mhuySerp

Never drink & drive

This particular poem/story was a really touching piece that was sent to me through mail. who ever wrote it should be greatly praised. but anyways, I just wanted to share it with u guys.

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found. For once in her life it was on the right side of town. She unpacked her things with such great ease. As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze. How wonderful it was to have her own room. School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon. There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy It's just the way she wanted her life to be. On the first day of school, everything went great. She made new friends and even got a date! She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be, Because I just got a date with the star of the team!" To be known in this school you had to have a clout, And dating this guy would sure help her out. There was only one problem! ! m stopping her fate. Her parents had said she was too young to date. "Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth. They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?" Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night. Her parents frowned but said, "All right." Excited, she got ready for the big event But as she rushed around like she had no sense, She began to feel guilty about all the lies, But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride? Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait. For Jeff was half drunk by this time. She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble, And heard, call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble! Voices she heard...a few words at best. But she knew there were two cars
involved in the wreck. Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right, And if the people in the other car was alive. She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad. "You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad." These voices echoed inside her head, As they gently told her that Jeff was dead. They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do. But it looks as if we'll lose you too." "But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried. "We're sorry, Jenny, they also died." Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done I only wanted to have just one night of fun." "Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim, And wish I could return their families to them." "Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied, And that it's my fault so many have died. Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?" The nurse just stood there-she never agreed. But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes. And a few moments later Jenny died. A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best?" To bid that girl her one last request?" She looked at the man with eyes so sad. "Because the people in the other car
were her mom and dad."

THE LONELY CLASSROOM

i couldn't believe 7 whole years went by just like that. all the fun and problems I've had with my friends....i enjoyed every moment of it. there were times we fought like cats and dogs...and then there were times when their shoulders were all we had. i just want them to know...that they will always be... forever special!...this one goes out for them...

Walking through the lonely roads
Passing by the lonely trees
Picking up a flower or two
To please my lonely teacher

These lonely roads they lead
To a huge lonely school
The bells have long rung and gone
But laughter, it still rings

I walk in to a lonely room
With chairs messed apart
The blackboard, chalky washed
And pencil scribbles on tables

Looking at nearly every seat
I see me seated there
Friends surrounding me
And laughing crazy geese

Dressed in shabby white and blue
Some in dark blue blazers
Paper rockets and crafty hearts
Zooming past the lazy fan

I see myself laughing
Truly fully enjoying
Throwing foils and icy glares
I see my self pleased

Oh! Then this insight hits me
I curl like a baby’s hand
And when a tear dropp drips by
I know my heaven was here!


AUGUST 2,2009

sania harris

WATCHING HER DADDY COME

Another successful poem i've managed to write long back!''

The cherry wind stroke her face
Shuffling her locks aside
With a beaming smile she sat awake
To watch her daddy come

Her scenic eyes were going scarlet
And often she closed them soft
But nothing stopped her blue eyes wide
To watch her daddy come

She fell tired every minute or two
And again she wakes to look
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

Today or tomorrow, he may come she knew
With loads of sweets and candy
To receive with hugs and sugary kisses
She waited for him alone

When time goes by, she will fall asleep
And wake up a bright new day
She will forget about her daddy to come
And will drowse in her games along the bay

When the lights go off and the smile fades off
She goes to her ancient window
With a longing face and crimson eyes
To watch her daddy come

sania harris

ET TU BRUTE!

When i was in OOEHS, we had to do a project on the literature drama chapter- Julius Caesar. Me being lazy as usual, i couldnt put up myself to write a 100 page report on his part. and the laziness resulted in me getting a barely 7 on 10 and the invention of a poem i actually liked! so this is one of my collected pieces. =D.

A man in flesh and bones
Was Brutus, Marcus Brutus
He treasured his king, but kingdom more
And so, our Caesar, he slaughtered

Caesar was ambitious, he held
And why should any rebuff him?
For Brutus, Marcus Brutus,
Was an honorable man!

So if you enquire “oh why, Brutus? ”
Know it now, for you should.
Not that he loved Caesar less
But that he loved Rome more

Now Brutus, this honorable man
If phases were to re-wind
Would indeed desire a better route
For flaws, he surely had

Caesar’s angel, he was
And Caesar loved him so
His last words were “et tu brute! ”
Oh how intensely Caesar loved him!

Was what Brutus did precise?
Many, oh! Many shall ask
This an act of a valiant hero
Or one of a ghastly villain?

Caesar once did utter
That cowards die before death
But the valiant die, but once
And didn’t Brutus die, once ‘nd more?

For Caesar loved him, oh Caesar did
And still his dagger swept his flesh
Caesar, he slayed, not as a person
But as what he may in the throne.

After assaulting our darling Caesar,
To Antony, he says, his spirit in pity
For he murder Caesar
‘cos he loved Rome more

Oh! I saw, Caesar’s heart twinge
When stab, did Brutus in facade
Making every philosopher deem
“Would Caesar die if not for Brutus? ”

‘Cos love Brutus, Caesar did
And he, an honorable man
The most intricate in the country of Rome
Doth no wrong, without a reason

If I could, I would do Brutus wrong
But how wrong? For wasn’t Caesar ambitious?
He loved Rome, but a haughty man
Who saw, he not ‘come a dictator?

And Brutus, oh! What a man!
Killed himself, a day
For guilt, the prickle, prickled him
Antony exclaim “He the noblest Roman of all”

So I do Brutus wrong and Caesar wrong
For both hath enticing love for Rome
But sad, they lacked clear notions
For Rome, he loved them both

JUNE 17TH,2009

- Sania Harris