This Is Me

Dear Mum. You have been there, Whenever I need. Held my heart, When I've forgotten to breathe. Held my hand When I have fallen down, Been a clown When tears have stained my face. Mother of crystal. Guardian of grace. Dear Mum. You have been there, When lightning strikes, And the wind isn't rough enough, To fly this kite, When bruises show, The extent of my fall. You are the one, I always call. Dear Mum. You have been there, Making life complete, Making life up-beat. Making life worth living. So let this Mother's Day Be one of much love, To show you how much, You mean to me - I want you to see How special you are. Boneata Bell March 10th 2013

It speaks in riddles, does the heart, With graceful, heavy footprints We leave markings in the mud. It was only yesterday I learnt, Yet so long ago I understood. It speaks in morals, does the mind, A burden to the loving heart - I left scarring in the handsome blood. Only yesterday I smiled strong, Yet today the tears flood. So many words, white so black, Locked and left with doubtful strain, We left marking in the mud, my love And it is I, I take the blame. So many thoughts, with ruby hearts, And green-blue knowledge free. I want to run into my mind, And wait for you to come to me. Perfection is the figure of a man, I smile and you smile away, I wish I could tell you, I want you to stay... It speaks with sorrow, does the heart, With highlight lips and Words that part. We left markings in the mud to stay, I'll bury them with you someday. They speak with tears, do my lips, Of love lost and driven far, It is one last word to you I speak, In f...

Not only is it a privilege to teach but a job to learn. Employment should be accessed with passion, not simply intent to earn…                                                                                                                               - Boneata Bell