Hold my hand, my daughter,
Let me show you the way,
To live and to love,
To work and to play,
To dream and imagine,
To chill and to grow;
I’ll be with you, dear daughter,
No matter where you go.
Hold my hand, my daughter
And let us go explore.
Let us read epic stories
And then live a few more.
Let us spend time with family
As well as with each other.
I couldn’t be more proud
To say that I am your mother.
So hold my hand, my daughter,
And thanks for making me your mum.
You are my universe;
My earth, moon and sun.
How can we change the world?
Change the way that things are?
What will it take?
What have we done so far?
Are we calling for kindness?
Are we leaning together?
Are we leaving a legacy
We’ll be proud of forever?
Do we care about others?
Do we try to understand?
Could we unite the globe?
Every place, every land
Every single last person,
All residents by birth.
It’s in our best interests
To cherish our earth.
So, what are we doing?
Will it ever be done?
Can we craft a better future
For the generations to come?
Can we nurture all spirits
Between ocean and sky?
Can we change the world?
We can certainly try.
In life, there are few constants.
We face the ebb and flow.
People come and go.
But when you count your blessings
You’ll see, in joy and strife,
One thing you can rely on;
Family is for life!
We are not soldiers.
Peace runs through our hearts.
Wars rage on regardless,
We need not take part.
Life can be a struggle;
a perpetual night
But the sun won’t rise quicker
If we choose to fight.
So let’s down our weapons
And open our arms
Become a safe haven
Of kindness and calm.
Life need not be a battle
Where we merely survive.
We wait to rest in peace;
We should live it while we’re alive.
L.I.P.(Live In Peace) is a poem written by Ms Moem.
Twas the night before giftmas, when all the shops closed,
Fairylights twinkled as the Christmas moon rose.
The curtains ajar, let in slivers of light
Illuminating stockings hung that Yule Eve night.
The children were quiet, there wasn’t a peep.
Boys and girls everywhere attempted to sleep
Knowing that while in the land of their dreams
They’d wake to see Old Father Christmas had been.
The night it was crisp, the sky full of stars,
Jack Frost had glittered all rooftops & cars
Not a soul stirred as the moon shone on high
Then quite without warning, bright sparks lit the sky.
Jingle bells tinkled around reindeers necks.
I got out of bed and reached for my specs.
I silently screamed because I stubbed my toe
But then I saw chap in the garden below.
With sturdy black boots, he was dressed all in red;
A bobble hat bobbled on top of his head.
He stopped at each house and climbed down from his sleigh
Leaving magic behind him, then up up away.
He was quick as a flash, dashing in dashing out
Leaving the world irrefutable doubt
That there was a soul who found all their joy
In leaving surprises for good girls and boys.
I must have disturbed him. He looked right my way
But before I could speak, he did quietly say
“You haven’t seen me, I haven’t seen you.
Now, how would you fancy a present or two?”
I grinned at him shyly, and he grinned right back
Before whipping a dazzling gift from his sack.
“It is just what you wanted. You’ll love it, you’ll see.
For now I’ll just pop it right under this tree.”
Then he filled up the stockings, ate his mince pie
Took carrots for Rudolph and said “Gotta fly.
I’ve got spaces to fill and places to be;
There’s millions of children still waiting for me.
He spurred on the reindeer. He winked and he waved.
“Remember I’m checking to see who’s behaved.”
“I believe in you Santa!” and he swooped out of view.
“The feeling is mutual. Merry Christmas to you!”
Twas The Night Before Giftmas is a rhyming English poem by Ms Moem.
Inspired by the original Twas The Night Before Christmas.
Hello Autumn. You’ve chilled the air,
Slowed the grass, stripped trees bare,
Crisped their leaves, skeletons exposed
And let Jack Frost come bite our toes.
First frost, first snow, hard rain, yet sun!
Experience weather, every one.
Your flame gives way to Winter’s grey;
Thank you Autumn for your display.
Note To Autumn is a rhyming poem about Autumn by Ms Moem.