http://slow.writerscafe.org/kidsangel7884 The original writings of author rebecca j rivera en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776036209 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 TRY TO BE A FRIENDI've tried to be a friendone which you can dependi get alot of angeri get alot of 'tudei try to find outwhat i did to youyou made me angryyou made me madbut worst of allYOU MADE ME SAD!i tried to be a friendon which you can depend,you make me feel so angryat some things you say and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1019934/ I miss...your sparkling eyes,your beautiful smile,I miss the way...we hugged when we have not seeneach other for a while.the way we used to talk,you took my breath away,I miss how...we talked for hours,we laughed,we felt when we saw each other,we confided in each other,we would say " I LOV.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1019931/ My School Age Children in Evansby Becky Rivera You were my kids,for a couple of years.I know your hearts,I know your fears.You're a part of my heart,You're a part of my soul.I want you to always know,I will always love you so! Ms. Becky 12/6/2010 inspired by Kayla and Annie! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001964/ this was written with my grandson in mind to his mom... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001963/ I remember the day so clearly,When they told me you were gone. Some of you leaving was expected,and some were quite the shock. With Grandma, Lynn, Mom and Joe,there was time before we had to let you go. We had a little warning,for Cancer took your lives. But now you are with God,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001960/ There are times in our lives,that will  bring us down,and that is what makes us frown.There are times in our lives,that will make us sad,and at times make us feel bad.With people in our lives,that can make us smile.they can take those feelings away,every once in a while.If you are lucky enough,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001958/ I close my eyesbut I can't seeThe beauty in naturethat is in front of me.i close my eyesto say a prayerto allow my spiritto be aware.the love my heartfeels insideKnowing God's messangerswill help and guidebecky rivera3/29/11 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001957/ I 'm glad that you waited for me to comeI know in my heart that you are the one.You've loved and supported along with one otherthe love, the devotion, the hurt the painYou both saw that in me and still you remained.I've been thru so much hurt and distrustYou never gave up, you both knew we were.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001956/ a poem for my mom and grandma who are with God. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001953/ We question so manythings in our life,like comments,situations,friendships and such.Why do some of thembother us so much?We ask ourselves didwe make the right choices.and a few of us hearour own inner voices.When we listen to themand hear what they say,"Take time with this personand enjoy each new d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001952/ You have someone who loves you,She'll do anything for you ask her to,But, there are times she is quiet,and there are times she is strong.There are times when others hurt her,She wonders what she has done wrong.There are times she needs you,and can't think of what to say.She let's you know she loves .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001951/ Please be honest,Please be true.All I want is Happiness for you!Some may arguesome may fightBut I will love youDay and NightSome may fussand make you madIt hurts for meto see you sadI want to hold youin my arms.And keep you fromWhoever harms.So, hear my voiceand listen well.I'll always be whereyou c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001950/ You bring me peace,you give me love.The feelings in our hearts,can be seen above.Sometimes there are times,when we are mad.There are times I wishwe never had.It's a part of growing,closer each day.Our love for each othermakes a path along the way.Becky Rivera http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001949/ I love you deeplyand it's okIf you don't love methe same wayThe love that's therewill always beforever betweenyou and me.Becky Rivera http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001948/ Do you love her?Do you care?Will you followher anywhere?Is she married?Is she single?Does she makeyour body tingle?becky rivera http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001945/ Do I matter?Yes, I do.I should matterespecially to you!We have lovedfor so very long.you take my breath awaylike a romantic song.You see me differentI know this is true.because I MATTER TO YOU!Becky Rivera http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001944/ Sometimes I wish,that I could say.the things on my mind,just any ole way.There are sometimes.when people see,the things I write,are not meant for me.I love to write words,use quotes, pictures and such.The ones they are meant for,don't acknowledge them much.There are times I can't find the right word.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001943/ When a man sits alonewhat goes thru his mind?His family, his children, his loveAre thoughts of them kind?Does he think of his futureand what does that hold?Does he wonder of thingsthat will make him graceful and bold.Does he think of the thingsThat he's done in his past.Do these memories of hismake .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/1001942/ Love! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/645332/ I know he loves mefor there's no doubt,Others need to knowwhat I'm all about. They look on the surfaceand not very impressed,But down on the insideI am one of his best. My love for himit never waivers,I have been blessedand given his favors. This man I speak ofIs God you see,And there.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/643031/ this is about a little girl who is tired of one little boy picking on her. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/621316/ this is at a time when the place i worked at was not such a nice place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/620847/ this poem is dedicated to James Lear who lost his life in a submarine accident 22 yrs ago http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/620844/ this was written when a private daycare i worked for was being bought out by a chain daycare. the parents were worried all would change... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kidsangel7884/620839/