I’m blessed to have two daughters who have taught me much about creativity. I’ll share a sweet poem by one of them.
What I Remember About the 7th Grade
by Martha
I wished so much that Barack Obama would become our leader.
At his election, emotions washed over me and I cried.
I remember shopping at the Farmer’s Market,
I remember the smells of lemongrass and jasmine.
When I wanted to relax, I would find somewhere
calm, and green; I would lay in
the warm sunshine, of course with SPF 50.
I remember watching the thunderstorms outside,
The black clouds swirling round.
I remember pinning my hair back in a bow,
Wishing it wasn’t so vibrant,
But now I wish for nothing else.
I remember comforting people’s broken hearts,
Sitting on the couch, taping them back together.
I remember wishing I could go back to Cape Cod,
Near the salty water, near the ice cream stand.
The soft fur of Fez, the kitty, running away
after being petted for so long.
Laughing, crying, anger, pure joy;
Everything needs to be there
For me to keep learning more
About everything- myself, and the world.