I can count on my fingers how many days I have left until I get married. Questions everyone always asks us: Are you excited? When's the big day? Where are you going on your honeymoon? How did you meet? Answers for you, my Readers. Yes of course we're excited Fewer than 10 fingers away South Junior … Continue reading Fewer than 10 fingers
I didn't cry when he proposed to me, but I'm crying now. Looking at the pictures of the proposal, his perfect face glowing with happiness, fills me with an emotion so deep I didn't even know it existed. I don't know if it has a name. It involves the knowledge of how unbearable life has … Continue reading Something Worth Waiting For
White Ribbons The white house on the corner, with lavender blooms tracing the fence till fall, where the little girl had worn her hair up, hiding behind her sharpened pencil. Worn her hair up, blonde curls in white ribbons. Molly read her fairytales in the treetops, dreaming of walnuts, and castles, and red trolleys. Sunlight … Continue reading Poetry Friday: White Ribbons
A girl likes a boy, and sometimes loves him. She gets on fine without him for many years. They keep in contact and make each other laugh. She misses him often but it gets better with time. She grows up and learns about herself and the world. She feels her heart expanding past the boy … Continue reading I’ll Be Okay
Keep You Close Friend, you are far but I keep you close. I place my memories of you reading, dancing, driving, running in every beautiful moment I see. You are with me in my dreams, laughing, singing, talking, staring; whether sleeping or waking, I always invite you. Lover, in my heart I keep you close.
Baby Words I thought my heart had reached its maximum capacity, little one. But when I saw you so tiny in your black and white world, I fell in love with a stranger. I don't know you but I can't wait to. I can't wait for all the hats I'm going to make you that … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Baby Words
(For Mrs. Hogan) Three Years Later They warned me since the beginning that Honors Pre-Calc was tough. I watched Andrew, Zach, and Doug do work using theta, vectors, and stuff. The teacher, a gal affectionately known as a homework corrector from Heck, was petite with a smile that was fast as a flash and a … Continue reading Poetry Friday: Three Years Later