GO WITH TIME

Time passes by,
Things happen now and then.
Sometimes we sigh,
Sometimes we say, "Never again."

If we only knew,
What happens before it did,
Our mistakes would be few,
Because on them we´d put a lid.

But life is unknown,
Life can be a game.
Life is time that has flown,
Life is things happening again and again.

So float with the time,
Float with the wind.
Float as you climb.
Float to places you´ve never been.


Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

WHAT IS A FRIEND?

A friend is someone whose mom will wake you up at 2am to say you´re not home yet.
A friend is someone who stays with you through a hurricane or 2 or 5 with all her family.
A friend is someone you take around shopping in a border city .
A friend is someone you give some fish to so she can fry them and enjoy after a hurricane!!
A friend is someone you can email during a storm or talk to over the phone system on your computer to keep her updated on the storm.
A friend is someone who when she is away you take her mom and grandma into your house during a hurricane because your house is safer.

What is a friend?

Heck, what did I forget?

Ah, a friend is someone who stabs you in the back and still looks you in the eyes and says "I am your friend"
But one day she wakes up and realizes she can´t look at you anymore and she is scared to be in the same room as you because she knows how you feel.

You see, a friend is also your worst enemy because she knows you better than anyone and she knows what will hurt you most.

So what do we do then?

DON´T HAVE ANY FRIEND THAT CAN GET THAT CLOSE AGAIN!

Life is too short but it also is a waiting period.

Yes, I AM WAITING. I AM WAITING. AND SO THE WAITING BEGINS............

Brenda A. Ysaguirre

My Four-Leaf Clover Field

(Written for my Students back in 2003)

"You should be in Hollywood,"

My students always say to me.

"Then who would teach you?

That´s my job don´t you see?"

They laugh whenever this I say,

And I thank God everyday,

For my first choice it was not,

But fulfillment I have got.

Whether it is reading a novel,

Or over grammar we shuffle,

Their pondering faces make me care,

I´m glad I have something to share.

So everyday we meet at school,

And we both learn from the Golden Rule.

Strangely after long weekends apart,

There is a space missing in my heart.

The first thing I hear when their class I enter,

Is always the cheery: "We missed you, Miss Brenda!"

"I missed you too. Thank goodness the weekend is over!"

The are definately my field with four-leaf clovers.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre

Copyright 2009 Brenda Aurora Ysaguirre