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When you thought I wasn’t looking….

Posted in family with tags , , , on July 29, 2008 by vbrice
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint you a new one.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each
other.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, I saw you give of
your time and money to help people who had nothing,
and I learned that those who have something should
give to those who don’t.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’ t
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn’t looking.’  
This is something I got in an email that spoke to me, it says something I would say up to the sky to my Mom who is with the creator. Thanks Mom, I miss you. 


Illegal Immigrants Poem

Posted in life with tags , on June 24, 2008 by vbrice

I cross ocean,poor and broke. Take bus,see employment folk.

Nice man treat me good in there, Say I need go see Welfare.

Welfare say,”You come no more, We send cash right to your door.”

Welfare checks,they make you wealthy. Medicaid,it keep you healthy!

Thanks to you,TAXPAYER dummy.

Write to friends in motherland, Tell them “come, fast as you can”

They  come in turbans and Ford trucks, I buy big house with welfare bucks.

They come here, we live together, More welfare checks, it gets better!

Fourteen families, they moving in, But neighbor’s patience wearing thin.

Finally, white guy moves away, I buy his house, and then I say,

“Find more aliens for house to rent.” In my yard I put a tent.

Send for family they just trash, But they, too, draw welfare cash!

Everything is very good, Soon we own whole neighborhood.

We have hobby it called breeding, Welfare pay for baby feeding.

Kids need dentist?  Wife need pills? We get free! We got no bills!

TAXPAYER crazy! He pay all year, To keep welfare running here.

We think America darn good place! Too darn good for white man race.

If they no like us, they can scram, Got lots of room in Pakistan.

This poem is not written by me, I am a TAXPAYER of the United States of America and all I want is people to come to America and pay taxes and WORK!