Miranda Shepard

They try to tell me I’m too young,
And that this can’t be real,
But if this isn’t love,
What is it that I feel?

When I see your adorable smile,
It brightens my entire day,
When I look into your gorgeous green eyes,
All my pain seems to slip away.

When you wrap your arms around me,
I wish you’d never let me go,
For you I would do anything,
To let my feelings show.

When we kiss, I get butterflies,
When we touch I begin to melt,
Baby, these feelings that I feel for you,
Are like none I’ve ever felt.

They try to tell me I’m too young,
And that these feelings can’t be true,
But I don’t care what they say,
Because I know I’m in love with you.

You’re lost.
You were never lost before, it just hit you.
She left you.
She didn’t want to leave, but it was meant to be.
You miss her, we all do.
When you lost her, you began to loose control of your thoughts.
It drove you to forget things; see things; change your entire personality.
It hurts us to see you like this.
But you aren’t who you used to be, and we must learn to adapt to your confused self.
It’s hard for me to understand; why you don’t remember me.
Why when you look at me; you see a stranger.
But when I look at you; I see my loving grandfather who cooked me scrambled eggs every morning for breakfast.
You used to know who I was. Your number one granddaughter.
But now, you live in a totally different world then I do.
And god our worlds seem so far away.
I wish you were able to find your way out of the maze that you unwillingly walked into.
But wishing will only get me so far.

My Hero, My Mom

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

You are merely my hero,
The person who has always helped me through,
And if you weren’t here with me, Mama,
I don’t know what I’d do.

You always give me a shoulder to lean on,
When I can’t hold myself together any longer,
You’re teaching me many constructive life lessons,
That make me that much stronger.

You are here to encourage me,
When I have no desire to proceed,
You are showing me the way to happiness,
And have given me the drive to succeed.

You are teaching me to believe in myself,
And to always stand with pride,
Because of you, I hold my own,
And say how I feel inside.

You punish me when I’m a pain in the butt,
And you appreciate when I behave,
I’ve always turned to you with my problems,
Because your approval is what I crave.

Mama, I appreciate all that you’ve done for me,
Thanks for helping me find my way,
Because Mama if you ever were to leave me,

Savior

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

I’ve found you, wayward child,
Let me take you in,
I want to help you to forget your past,
This is where your new life will begin.

You will no longer need to whisper,
Neither shall you frown,
If others choose to pick on you,
Don’t let them bring you down.

Forget slouching when embarrassed,
Always stand with pride,
Never be ashamed of what you must say,
Speak what you feel inside.

Don’t be so negative; little one,
You can make dreams come true,
All you need to do; my darling,
Is put your fears behind you.

Wayward child, you look oh so very lost,
Starting now forget of all strife,
Yesterday is over, my darling,
Today; you will begin your new life.

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

My imaginary closet,
Is always very clean,
The carpet is made of white shag,
The walls are painted bright green.

It’s big enough to hold a football stadium,
But instead, clothes fill the room,
The lightings brightness is nearly blinding,
The smell always-sweet perfume.

It holds millions of dollars worth of jeans,
Mom says “way to many shirts,”
Countless numbers of pullovers,
And endless amount of skirts.

Shoes to match every outfit,
Many different color tank tops,
All sorts of leggings,
Most all from different shops.

There are many nice things to wear,
Everything a teenage girl has been wanting,
So many outfits to choose from,
The choices are nearly daunting.

There’s V-necks and turtlenecks,
A lot of colors in the same sweater,
Because of the price this closet costs,
My mom thinks drawers are better.

I See Nothing but Black

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

I can’t see them,
I don’t know if they notice me,
They talk of brightness, and different colors,
But black is all I see.

I want to see what they talk about,
The colors and the light,
I want to once see the day,
Instead of always seeing night.

You see, my life is filled with darkness,

My Magical World

By Miranda Shepard
Rochester High School, Grade 9

I lay my head down on my pillow,
And the world becomes a haze,
I open my eyes to see everything different,
I smile with such ablaze.

This world is very different,
Too good to ever be,
It’s almost magical,
All the differences that I see.

Alpaca’s speak English,
Pigs can fly,
Trees grow money,