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Michele Silvas-Kumar Poem
Through the years students come and go, and time after time you teach and put on a show.
The students dance and sing, and the audiance is proud of what they have seen. You
remeber every name that walked through the door, and you keep above the game and people
ask for more. Thanks for the gifts you have given us, thanks for the talent, love and
trust. But most of all fot the loyalty year after year, your such a great person your
such a kind dear.And remember this always, no matter what students do after they leave,
it is what they hold close to there haert it is what they belive...that dance is not only
an expression you show on the outside, it's a feeling and emotion you have on the inside.
So, whatever we do after we move on just think to yourself and be strong, and know that
we are all grateful for all that you do, and we can sincerly say "how much we all love
you".
Copyright © Michele Silvas-Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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Michele Silvas-Kumar Poem
I look at my life like a piece of paper, as clean and smooth from the time it was produced
from it's maker. But, for evry negative event that I was afflicted with, a creese would
form on my paper to show that it was not a myth. I could see my sheet of paper in my
mind, and I knew from the lines lots of pain occured during time. One night I awoke from
a dream , candid and vivd and took me back to the sceene. I sat up at the edge of my bed
and closed my eyes very tight, I wrinkled up the paper and threw it away with all my
might. "Just forget about it, I said pretend it did't occur,just put it out of your mind
it's nothing it's mediocre. But, day after day and night after night, the dreams turnned
dark and gave me such a fright.I had pain that doctors cound't explain, and scared to
death I would get another migraine. Then one day I closed my eyes I unwrinkled the paper
and started to analyze. I looked at the lines both dark and lite, I started to confront
the issues outright. I soon learned that all life lessons both bad and good, becomes who
we are and must be understood. After all is said and done, you a the acomplished one!
Copyright © Michele Silvas-Kumar | Year Posted 2005
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