The nighttime hero

The nighttime hero

Each night, when I climb into bed,

I grab my Pandy by his little arm

He waits for me to fall asleep

He promises to meet me where I am once I have drifted off

He does not breath, but he is real

Pandy knows about the night terrors,

As do all the other stuffed bears.

He gives me a promise every night,

To protect me from unexpected intruders

I don’t see it happen but I know it does

As I wake and I turn over

I know he has worked his nighttime magic

And I look forward to his visit every night

Denise Fernandez

9/22/13

Poem 2

If time had a place where would it go

Does it go anywhere once it has past

Is there such thing as perfect timing or bad timing

We pay for time

We work for time

We need to make time

Does time ever stop

Time rules the world

Time is of an essence

Time can be beautiful

Time is wise

Time is what you make it

Denise Fernandez

ENG 57

9/19/13

Poem 1

Seasons

Seasons let you know he’s coming.

He has flown across the world sprinkling his emotions in the air.

He’s not always happy, sometimes very bitter.

He’ll leave you with a crackled lip and raw skin.

A touch of shivers as you walk outside to what he has left behind.

He always returns to his home that he had left behind.

As he looks around and sees the emptiness of world, he decides to make a change.

He gets in touch with nature.

The flowers fight to become noticed.

The once bare trees that patiently waited are ready to be the homes of many beautiful creatures.

Although there is one who is stronger than seasons.

He likes to be a surprise.

When the time is ready and nature is blooming,

He shines and lights up the world with his warmth.