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Best Poems From
JERINE JAMES
(07/05/1981)
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MOTHER
MOTHER
Mother is the one who loves and cares,
Mother’s hands is the one that bears,
Mother’s hands are the one that protects.
Mother’s hands is the one that rocks,
Mother’s hands is the one that gives and not takes,
Mother’s hands is not smooth,
As her hands is the one that bakes.
Mother’s hands is like that of an angel,
Mother’s hands is the one that grew, us this far,
Mother’s hands is the most blessed one,
Mother’s hands is the one that prays,
Mother’s hands is the one that’s most dear
Mother’s hands is the one that is patient,
Mother’s hands is the one that is warm,
Mother’s hands is the most compassionate,
Mother’s hands is the one most sincere,
Mother to me is ABOVE ALL.
With lots & lots of love
Mol (3rd July 07)
jerine james
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SLEEP! SLEEP! SLEEP!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
jerine james
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THANKS FOR BEING THERE
THANKS FOR BEING THERE
Thanks for being, you,
Thanks for giving me the joys and smiles from day one,
Thanks for helping me enjoy the atmosphere here.
Thanks for correcting me when I was wrong,
Thanks for helping me follow the guidelines to survive,
Thanks for helping me try and cope with people around,
Thanks for giving me the courage to stand up on my own.
Thanks for all the advices,
Thanks for lending me your ears when I was upset,
Thanks for teaching me ways to hold on to the end,
Thanks for the love and care you showed.
Thanks for the wishes you have for me,
Thanks for the prayers you pray for me daily,
Thanks for the candles that you lit for me,
Thanks for the appreciation,
Thanks for not keeping a fence between,
Thanks for the confidence you have in me,
I will miss you and all the funny things you ever did,
The little naughty things youever said,
I wish you the very best for you future endevour,
Thanks once again for everything.
With lots of love and prayers
Pyari
Dated on 23rd June2007
jerine james
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HOME AWAY FROM HOME
HOME AWAY FROM HOME
Bells rang loud and clear
Rubbed my eyes and lined up as though, in an army floor
Saw my little brother sob and weep for mom
Heart broken and felt crushed upon
Helplessly looked around, vengeance crammed
Pushed the matron against the wall
You DARE not touch him: I said
No friends to converse out to, no folks to sob out to
Walked down the hall way
Food was prepared since age
Cold and frozen
Gulped it down the throat
Puked it all out
Empty stomach I went to class
Exhausted and worn out could not pay attention
Professors educated and explained
Many topics and subjects
All seemed mind-numbing and unclear.
Evening tea brought some zeal
Warm water bath, freshen me up
Strolled around the high fenced wall
Where world out side couldn’t be seen
Matron yelled and screamed: GET BACK.. IT’S STUDY TIME
All faces frowned,
Lined up to their particular places.
As the hours rolled by, all eyes would fall on the clock
Waited for the final bell so as to bid farewell to studies for the day
Waited for dinner –bland and neutral.
Time of relaxation was felt when the clock struck 10pm
Dormitories would be filled with lots of clatter
Me alone in the corner- thought and dreamt of my parents and other beautiful things of home sweet home
Consoled my self – All will be fine.
Nothing was cheery or thoughtful about it
No excitements, no ecstasies
All was grey and dark
Like the dungeons in the stories
Life was just so despondent.
Words can’t explain what I felt
Hated my world around me
Thought my parents didn’t love me.
No day light or moonlight ever shone
No proper food to eat
Everything was rotten and stale
Punished and whacked for any small mistakes.
With silent tears all over my face I would fall asleep
All is there still – memory
Home away from Home.
Jerine Charles (Jan 28th 09)
(Memories whilst in a boarding school during the IRAQ-KUWAIT WAR)
jerine james
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