If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

-Emily Dickinson

Source: Family Friend Poems

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

– Robert Frost

Source: Family Friend Poems

I know that I will never know
The true height a sunflower grows

Or the way its petals move and breathe
As it gently floats in the breeze

I will never have the words to say
How beautifully a sunflower grows each day

Or how her gorgeous golden glow
Reflects the sun she intimately knows

I will never cross the seven seas
Or touch each horizon that I see

I may never reach the skies of success
Or live a life without distress

But I will always sit and wonder in bliss
How many flowers the sun has kissed

–Katie Rose Waechter (Published in The Storyteller Magazine)