My Love
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
final song
My Love
Sitting here thinking
On the changes
That God
Put me through
When life seemed empty
When I'd just
Given up on hope
There you were
Your bright smile
Lighting up the world
Chorus
And I thank you
For all you've done
You showed me the right way
You brighten each bad day
Spreading love
To everyone you knew
Why did you leave
Why couldn't you stay here
I know you're in a better place
But I miss you everyday
Regret inside
But all memories still alive
In my heart
You'll always be
Everything
And more to me
Analysis for song
"Sarah! Shayla! Where are you two rascal children?" Footsteps came nearer as the shadow slowly transformed into the familiar body of my grandma. Her large glasses embellished her nose as her kind eyes showed a sign of relief that we were ok. A chubby finger from hands that reflected many years of hard work was pointed directly at my cousin and I. "Get down from there, you'll get hurt!"
"Shay made me," I was quick to find a way out, but my grandma didn't buy it. "Sarah, don't lie or we will have to wash your mouth out with soap and Shay, stop biting your nails or I'll put chili pepper sauce on them." My grandma put up a tough front though we knew she was soft inside. "Now get studying, you can play after you're done." We climbed down and walked to the table to study as my grandma went back to the kitchen to cook dinner. The smell of fresh garlic bread, ripe tomato sauce and buttery noodles arose letting me know that dinner was ready.
Right as I was ready to eat, I heard a car pull up onto the driveway. "Sarah lets go." I recognized the familiar voice of my dad standing outside the house, the truck on and rumbling, ready to take me home. "Here, take this," my grandma said as she handed me a large pot with spaghetti noodles and a large plastic container filled with the delectable sauce. "Hurry, don't make your father wait." She said rushing me out of the house. "Thanks grandma, BYE SHAY!" I yelled to my cousin and gave my grandma a hug, then ran to the truck to go home. I looked out of the dashboard window as I saw my grandma standing outside the house waving and smiling as I rolled down the window to wave goodbye.
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Dad, is it time?" I overheard my aunty asking my grandpa as we all hovered over a single hospital bed that was in the Critical Care Unit of Queens hospital. "Yeah, I guess so," I heard him solemnly answer. "But let the kids say goodbye."
"Cass, Gi, Shay, say bye to grandma." My aunty started tearing, but not as bad as my mom.
"Yeah, Jess, Kris, Sarah, you guys too, tell grandma how much you loved her," my mother managed to get the words out between sobs. One by one, we looked at grandma's beautiful face, a face of kindness and love. When it was my turn, I slowly approached the bed, not sure of what to say. "I love you grandma, I am so sorry I didn't say that more. Thank you for everything that you have ever done. I'll see you in heaven." The words sort of naturally slipped out as I tried to hold back tears that kept coming out.
The nurse slowly took her breathing machine away, causing her to stop breathing. I watched as her heart rate monitor moved from 100 to 90 slowly to 10. Nothing that ever happened before in my life could have prepared me for that one moment. Finally at zero, I couldn't stand it. It felt like I couldn't breathe, like everything good was bad, like there was a huge hole in my heart.
My grandma, Sheila Kikue Yamashiro, died on August 15, 2007 at age 77.
The person that I used as an inspiration to write this song was my grandma. I tried writing about a number of other things, like the beach, friends, or summer but in the end, it all came back to her. Nothing else seemed to matter as much. The whole song isn't one big memory; instead it's just basically about how she was always such a good friend, and a good person to me. How she is one of the main people who shaped my life and has truly "saved" me in so many ways.
I wrote about my grandma's death in the song saying "Why did you leave, why couldn't you stay here, I know you're in a better place, but I miss you everyday". I also wrote, "Regret inside, but all memories still alive" because there are a lot of things that I regret not doing. I regret not seeing her more as I grew older, missing church with her because of basketball, not saying thank you and fully appreciating her or saying I love you enough.
The main point for my song was to get all my emotions and feelings out about my grandma. I think that the she has been the main thing on my mind for a long time, especially since it was the first death that I've ever had to deal with. But after writing this and living without her for a while, I think it made me a much stronger person. Its like what George Santayana said, "There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval." You can't do anything to stop the natural process of dying, so you will have to eventually learn how to deal with it. And you should live life to the fullest because none of us are guaranteed a tomorrow.
Reflection
This project was interesting to make. Especially since I didnt have any previous experience with something like this. I would have to say that it was easier than i thought it would be, but it still took time to complete. I guess i am proud of how my song turned out, because i imagined it a LOT worse. I think its cool to see the many different things that people wrote about. Its like an easy way to seeing into people's thoughts. in the end, i enjoyed doing this project and learned a lot about myself and what i am thinking.
Sitting here thinking
On the changes
That God
Put me through
When life seemed empty
When I'd just
Given up on hope
There you were
Your bright smile
Lighting up the world
Chorus
And I thank you
For all you've done
You showed me the right way
You brighten each bad day
Spreading love
To everyone you knew
Why did you leave
Why couldn't you stay here
I know you're in a better place
But I miss you everyday
Regret inside
But all memories still alive
In my heart
You'll always be
Everything
And more to me
Analysis for song
"Sarah! Shayla! Where are you two rascal children?" Footsteps came nearer as the shadow slowly transformed into the familiar body of my grandma. Her large glasses embellished her nose as her kind eyes showed a sign of relief that we were ok. A chubby finger from hands that reflected many years of hard work was pointed directly at my cousin and I. "Get down from there, you'll get hurt!"
"Shay made me," I was quick to find a way out, but my grandma didn't buy it. "Sarah, don't lie or we will have to wash your mouth out with soap and Shay, stop biting your nails or I'll put chili pepper sauce on them." My grandma put up a tough front though we knew she was soft inside. "Now get studying, you can play after you're done." We climbed down and walked to the table to study as my grandma went back to the kitchen to cook dinner. The smell of fresh garlic bread, ripe tomato sauce and buttery noodles arose letting me know that dinner was ready.
Right as I was ready to eat, I heard a car pull up onto the driveway. "Sarah lets go." I recognized the familiar voice of my dad standing outside the house, the truck on and rumbling, ready to take me home. "Here, take this," my grandma said as she handed me a large pot with spaghetti noodles and a large plastic container filled with the delectable sauce. "Hurry, don't make your father wait." She said rushing me out of the house. "Thanks grandma, BYE SHAY!" I yelled to my cousin and gave my grandma a hug, then ran to the truck to go home. I looked out of the dashboard window as I saw my grandma standing outside the house waving and smiling as I rolled down the window to wave goodbye.
FIVE YEARS LATER
"Dad, is it time?" I overheard my aunty asking my grandpa as we all hovered over a single hospital bed that was in the Critical Care Unit of Queens hospital. "Yeah, I guess so," I heard him solemnly answer. "But let the kids say goodbye."
"Cass, Gi, Shay, say bye to grandma." My aunty started tearing, but not as bad as my mom.
"Yeah, Jess, Kris, Sarah, you guys too, tell grandma how much you loved her," my mother managed to get the words out between sobs. One by one, we looked at grandma's beautiful face, a face of kindness and love. When it was my turn, I slowly approached the bed, not sure of what to say. "I love you grandma, I am so sorry I didn't say that more. Thank you for everything that you have ever done. I'll see you in heaven." The words sort of naturally slipped out as I tried to hold back tears that kept coming out.
The nurse slowly took her breathing machine away, causing her to stop breathing. I watched as her heart rate monitor moved from 100 to 90 slowly to 10. Nothing that ever happened before in my life could have prepared me for that one moment. Finally at zero, I couldn't stand it. It felt like I couldn't breathe, like everything good was bad, like there was a huge hole in my heart.
My grandma, Sheila Kikue Yamashiro, died on August 15, 2007 at age 77.
The person that I used as an inspiration to write this song was my grandma. I tried writing about a number of other things, like the beach, friends, or summer but in the end, it all came back to her. Nothing else seemed to matter as much. The whole song isn't one big memory; instead it's just basically about how she was always such a good friend, and a good person to me. How she is one of the main people who shaped my life and has truly "saved" me in so many ways.
I wrote about my grandma's death in the song saying "Why did you leave, why couldn't you stay here, I know you're in a better place, but I miss you everyday". I also wrote, "Regret inside, but all memories still alive" because there are a lot of things that I regret not doing. I regret not seeing her more as I grew older, missing church with her because of basketball, not saying thank you and fully appreciating her or saying I love you enough.
The main point for my song was to get all my emotions and feelings out about my grandma. I think that the she has been the main thing on my mind for a long time, especially since it was the first death that I've ever had to deal with. But after writing this and living without her for a while, I think it made me a much stronger person. Its like what George Santayana said, "There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval." You can't do anything to stop the natural process of dying, so you will have to eventually learn how to deal with it. And you should live life to the fullest because none of us are guaranteed a tomorrow.
Reflection
This project was interesting to make. Especially since I didnt have any previous experience with something like this. I would have to say that it was easier than i thought it would be, but it still took time to complete. I guess i am proud of how my song turned out, because i imagined it a LOT worse. I think its cool to see the many different things that people wrote about. Its like an easy way to seeing into people's thoughts. in the end, i enjoyed doing this project and learned a lot about myself and what i am thinking.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
final sonnet
Rain
A rhythmical hum from the ominous sky
In the blink of an eye, problems absent
Sign that even sometimes the clouds do cry
Clear beads of beauty; lasting abundance
The graceful drop gently kisses your cheek
Arrives fallen fresh from heaven, a gift
Spectrum of many drops that are unique
Recipe for joy, as young spirits lift
Different paths lead to diversity
Ending up on the road back to above
Destiny; to providing life daily
Gone without a single sign of rare love
Downheartedness inhibits my own soul
Gratefulness lacks in this world as a whole.
Analysis
The main point of my sonnet "Rain" comes towards the end of the poem. The last two lines are "Downheartedness inhabits my own soul, gratefulness lacks in this world as a whole." Those lines that I wrote mean, this world needs a lot more appreciation and thankfulness for everything that we have. And for me, seeing the lack of appreciation that occurs in our world makes me sad; and also makes me feel a bit guilty for displaying ungratefulness to people and to things. I made the main point come up in the end of the poem intentionally because I wanted readers to get the idea that everything I wrote before those last two lines are examples of things that we should appreciate in life, and it sort of sums up the poem. Through out my poem, I wrote several metaphors regarding the rain and relating it to many things.
The first metaphor that I including into my sonnet is the line "Sign that even sometimes the clouds do cry." I basically intended that line to represent how, in life not all things are perfect, even if they may appear that way. Like if you look at the clouds during a normal day in the perfect light blue sky, they appear as fluffy white, cotton-balls of perfection, gracefully floating through the sky. But like everything in the world, the clouds aren’t always perfect; sometimes they are large grey blobs that just look like they are taking up space in the sky. I guess this relates to life because, sometimes you look at someone and you are either jealous or think they are lucky, because maybe they posses certain qualities you want to have, but no one or nothing is ever perfect. Your blindness from their "perfection" hides their flaws.
In the second stanza, I wrote, "Different paths lead to diversity, ending up on the road back to above" to represent the many different paths that humans embark on in life that causes people, many times good friends, to go into different directions. You find it often, when you make a change in your life and deal with new people, yet you often run into some of your old friends. For example, I went to a different school before coming to Punahou, and in sixth grade, my cousin who was my best friend from my old school and I, went to different schools. She went to Mid Pac, and I pursued Punahou. Going down our separate paths we both seemed to be doing fine, then last year I found out she was coming to Punahou for this year, which shows that you never know where life will take you, sometimes it will pull you apart, other times bring you together. I put "Ending up on the road back to above" because hopefully when we all are through with our lives, we will all be back in heaven with each other. Metaphorically speaking, raindrops all start out together, then all separate into different paths, and then most of them condensate back into the clouds, together. Following that, I wrote "Gone without even a single sign of rare love" because it was another metaphor for how sometimes you don't appreciate the presence of a person, until they are no longer with you. With the raindrops it's like they come and people don't appreciate the rain, they think more about how it ruins their day, but if we didn't have rain, then there would be constant droughts of no water to refresh the land.
Through all of the metaphors, I think the main purpose in writing this poem, was to say that sometimes you don't appreciated things until they are gone, and then it is too late. And that we should learn to be grateful for what we have.
A rhythmical hum from the ominous sky
In the blink of an eye, problems absent
Sign that even sometimes the clouds do cry
Clear beads of beauty; lasting abundance
The graceful drop gently kisses your cheek
Arrives fallen fresh from heaven, a gift
Spectrum of many drops that are unique
Recipe for joy, as young spirits lift
Different paths lead to diversity
Ending up on the road back to above
Destiny; to providing life daily
Gone without a single sign of rare love
Downheartedness inhibits my own soul
Gratefulness lacks in this world as a whole.
Analysis
The main point of my sonnet "Rain" comes towards the end of the poem. The last two lines are "Downheartedness inhabits my own soul, gratefulness lacks in this world as a whole." Those lines that I wrote mean, this world needs a lot more appreciation and thankfulness for everything that we have. And for me, seeing the lack of appreciation that occurs in our world makes me sad; and also makes me feel a bit guilty for displaying ungratefulness to people and to things. I made the main point come up in the end of the poem intentionally because I wanted readers to get the idea that everything I wrote before those last two lines are examples of things that we should appreciate in life, and it sort of sums up the poem. Through out my poem, I wrote several metaphors regarding the rain and relating it to many things.
The first metaphor that I including into my sonnet is the line "Sign that even sometimes the clouds do cry." I basically intended that line to represent how, in life not all things are perfect, even if they may appear that way. Like if you look at the clouds during a normal day in the perfect light blue sky, they appear as fluffy white, cotton-balls of perfection, gracefully floating through the sky. But like everything in the world, the clouds aren’t always perfect; sometimes they are large grey blobs that just look like they are taking up space in the sky. I guess this relates to life because, sometimes you look at someone and you are either jealous or think they are lucky, because maybe they posses certain qualities you want to have, but no one or nothing is ever perfect. Your blindness from their "perfection" hides their flaws.
In the second stanza, I wrote, "Different paths lead to diversity, ending up on the road back to above" to represent the many different paths that humans embark on in life that causes people, many times good friends, to go into different directions. You find it often, when you make a change in your life and deal with new people, yet you often run into some of your old friends. For example, I went to a different school before coming to Punahou, and in sixth grade, my cousin who was my best friend from my old school and I, went to different schools. She went to Mid Pac, and I pursued Punahou. Going down our separate paths we both seemed to be doing fine, then last year I found out she was coming to Punahou for this year, which shows that you never know where life will take you, sometimes it will pull you apart, other times bring you together. I put "Ending up on the road back to above" because hopefully when we all are through with our lives, we will all be back in heaven with each other. Metaphorically speaking, raindrops all start out together, then all separate into different paths, and then most of them condensate back into the clouds, together. Following that, I wrote "Gone without even a single sign of rare love" because it was another metaphor for how sometimes you don't appreciate the presence of a person, until they are no longer with you. With the raindrops it's like they come and people don't appreciate the rain, they think more about how it ruins their day, but if we didn't have rain, then there would be constant droughts of no water to refresh the land.
Through all of the metaphors, I think the main purpose in writing this poem, was to say that sometimes you don't appreciated things until they are gone, and then it is too late. And that we should learn to be grateful for what we have.
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