Never will I Return

Author's Note: This is a parody of This is Just To Say. This isn't a book or anything I just wrote it in the form of the poem. My real parody is Forgive Me.

I have received your letters

My love

I apologize

I left so sudden

And which

You are probably

Waiting for

My return

I have

Moved on

And I will never

Come home to you

Forgive Me

I’m sorry

My children

For I have

Abandoned you

And which

You were hoping

And waiting

For freedom

Forgive me

It is the

House that has

Changed me

Author’s Note: This poem is about the book Flowers In the Attic by VC. Andrews. It is the mother apologizing to her four children for leaving them in the attic. Throughout the book you can tell that the mother is slowly becoming a cruel person. You then find that it is the house where they live that is causing her evil doings. 

I am the Beach

 Author's Note: This is my figurative language that I analyzed.

Parent's Love

Author's Note: This is a creative piece about parents and how we should be thankful for them. Enjoy!

Since the day I was born my parents have been there for me and respected me even if I had yet to take my first steps. If they raised their voice to me it was just because they loved me and wanted to protect me. I decided to write my essay on parents because there isn’t anything that can add up enough to fully thank them for what they do for us. They love you unconditionally and never stop, even if you push their buttons.

When I was two years old we were on vacation in Texas and I became very ill. I was diagnosed with e-coli,  a disease you can get eating meats that are poorly cooked or when your intestines are blocked. For me, my intestines were clogged and I was just a toddler. Through every poke of a needle or injection of medication, my parents were both there holding my hand. I grew healthier and defeated the illness when the doctors weren’t sure if I would make it. After I was better again life went on and everything was back to normal. Suddenly, e-coli crept back into our lives like the itsy bitsy spider going back up the spout.  Well down came the rain to completely wash my family and I out! My parents were tired and scared, we were entering yet another nightmare. Once again my parents kept fight for me because I was too young to fight myself. All I knew was that there were mean people who kept poking me with something that was painful and that my stomach hurt. They fought for me because I couldn’t and that means a lot to me.

They haven’t only been there for me when I was hurting or ill. Parents are always there to watch every recital, game, concert, musical, even backyard play put on by you and the kids in the neighborhood. When I was Sharpay or Annie, or even when I was one of the angels that just Christmas carols the whole show,  they were in the audience every night. They’ll be the ones with the old video camera not taking their eyes off you for a second. Parents do everything they can to let you know they love you. Sometimes they may do a little too much to let you know, but I love them for that.

When moms and dads  do accessibly say “I love you pumpkin!” Or in my case, “I love you my fuzzy bunny,” I don’t know why that’s my nickname, that’s just parents being parents. They were made to wipe the peanut butter from the corner of your mouth, even if you’re a seventeen year old! Or do their best to make conversation when you don’t want to talk. My point I’m trying to get across in this essay is I am very thankful for the all the times my mom has wiped my face off or came up and tickled me while I was watching T.V or when my dad picked me up swung me around. It’s not going to last forever and soon you’ll have a husband or wife and kids of your own that you have to take care of. Then in your mind something will click and you’ll think, when they were doing all those things that annoyed me they did it because they loved me.

Since they do love you so much, there will be much more wiping peanut butter from  your mouth or yelling in public,  “I love you honey, be safe!” Be sure to show them how much you appreciate them sometimes by telling them you love them or even just a hug. They love it, I promise. Parents love nothing more than their own children coming up to them with a big hug. So let them cuddle you and love on you, because they deserve it .

In Another Life

Author's Note: This is a short poem about a young child dreaming of another life without physical abuse.

In another life the pain wouldn’t stay.

The bruises would go away ,

And in the fields we would play.

You’d gaze up at me.

My hand in yours,

Beneath the trees.

But that’s not reality.

The bruises to stay ,

The beatings to pay .

And the pain just won’t go away.

Girl Scout Emma!

Author's Note: This is a creative piece I wrote on a little girl named Emma who was selling girl scout cookies.

“La la loopsy, La la loopsy ,” little seven year old Emma sang skipping down Walnut St. She pulled her red wagon, filled with girl scout cookies, in her right hand. Her mind hopping from topic to topic, she saw a big white house with blue shutters and a red door. Emma loved the way the house popped. She decided to stop at Ms. Toni’s house before she were to go to the big white one. Ms.Toni was Emma’s kindergarten teacher, she loves sweets and Emma was sure she would get a good buy from Ms.Toni. Emma delicately walked up to Ms.Toni’s yellow door and knocked three hard knocks. Ms.Toni opens the door. Her golden blonde hair lit up her big, green eyes.”Why hello there miss Emma. What can I do for you?” She said with a soft tone.”I am from troop 5703 and I would like to sell you cookies” Emma said in the most adult like voice she could.”Oh, well then.”Ms.Toni said noticing this was strictly business.”I should go get my check book!” As Ms.Toni left to get her check book she caught a glimpse of Emma celebrating her sell. As Ms.Toni steps onto the doorstep with her check book in hand she says, “Well, what are my options?” “We have many kinds of cookies Ms.Toni, like peanut butter swirl, peppermint patty, cocoanut crisp, even lemon drop!” “Wow, you sure do! I will take two peppermint patties and one lemon drop!” Emma and Ms.Toni exchange a check and three boxes of cookies.”Troop 5703 appreciates your business.” Ms. Toni smiles and says, ”I sure do appreciate troop 5703’s cookies! Have a good day!” Ms.Toni waved to Emma and shut her door. Emma headed toward the big white house and was excited for what was yet to come.