The second ballad was composed for a handmade card that Emily made for her mom for Mother’s Day. Essentially, the third was composed for a handmade card for her dad for Father’s Day.

The second ballad was composed for a handmade card that Emily made for her mom for Mother’s Day. Essentially, the third was composed for a handmade card for her dad for Father’s Day.

The second ballad was composed for a handmade card that Emily made for her mom for Mother’s Day. Essentially, the third was composed for a handmade card for her dad for Father’s Day.

The second ballad was composed for a handmade card that Emily made for her mom for Mother’s Day. Essentially, the third was composed for a handmade card for her dad for Father’s Day.

Here is an accumulation of three short love ballads composed by twelve-year-old Emily. The first is a short lyric about how Emily cherishes her instructors. Amid the school year, her writing class was given a task to compose a letter to a withdrawing educator. Emily inquired as to whether she could compose a ballad rather and was given consent.

Here is an accumulation of three short love ballads composed by twelve-year-old Emily. The first is a short lyric about how Emily cherishes her instructors. Amid the school year, her writing class was given a task to compose a letter to a withdrawing educator. Emily inquired as to whether she could compose a ballad rather and was given consent.

Here is an accumulation of three short love ballads composed by twelve-year-old Emily. The first is a short lyric about how Emily cherishes her instructors. Amid the school year, her writing class was given a task to compose a letter to a withdrawing educator. Emily inquired as to whether she could compose a ballad rather and was given consent.

The Last Day

The saddest thing

It’s hard to say

Is seeing you on

Your last day.

I take it for granted,



Though I see you a lot,

Just how much you do

And your kind thought.

You helped me understand

Things I couldn’t before.

I can’t bear to watch you

Walk out of that door.

Though I’ll miss you,

I know indeed

You’ll do great out there

Planting new seeds.

“What seeds”, you are asking

“Why can’t I see?”

But you have already

Planted one in me.

It will grow and grow,

As I learn more and more.

Each day I’ll remember

What you taught me before.

I’m happy for you

To plant more seeds.

I know they will grow

Without any weeds.

There won’t be weeds.

Yes, of that I am sure.

For you have touched them.

Now they are pure.

The saddest thing,

It’s hard to say,

Is seeing you on

Your last day.

A Mother’s Day Poem

Mom, I love you.



That is true.

All the way

To infinity, too.

Now that I’m older

And wiser, too,

I realize just

How much you do.

Most of the time

I don’t look to see

How many things

You do for me.

For this I am sorry.

Next time I’ll try.

You are wonderful,

And I’m glad you’re mine.

(Emily really can put out what she feels in a love poem, even at age twelve. I hope you see this in time for your next Mother’s Day because it is probably how your child feels about you, whether spoken, written or acted.)

A Father’s Day Poem

This is for you,

Dear Daddy of mine

To let you know



I think you’re divine.

A bunch of years

Have flown by real fast

But do not worry,

I’ll always keep our past.

It’ll travel with me

Wherever I go.

I’ll remember the times we’ve had

So long ago.

Please don’t be sad,

Dear Daddy of mine

For there are more to come,

You will find.

I’ll always remember

Those things we did

Like snowmobiling

(When Mommy was hiding).

Riding our bikes,

Hitting golf balls,

Getting up on skis,

Without a fall.

Driving the golf cart,

Nicktoons Racing,

Jumping on the trampoline,

And later your back aching.

No matter where we go

Or what we do,

In my heart always

There’s a place for you.

I hope this card helped

You to see

Just how much

I love you, Daddy!





