My 13 year old boy, the writer, the one with the ancient soul of a story-teller.... always writes something beautiful in December. Some lovely poem or something Christmasy, that he likes to print out in a large quantity and share with his class, teachers, etc. This year, I find this piece sitting on my computer, waiting to be printed... (*Spoiler Alert: Middle schools a b*tch.*) __________________________________________________________ Snow and Feelings It was a cold frozen-over Tuesday morning, and outside was a dark and shiny, baby blue, cooled fog, as if it too was covered in the ice that filled the street, the buildings, and plant life. Then, all of a sudden, a wonderful breeze rolled over Battle Ground like a mental blizzard. Small frozen flakes of sun filled our minds of lost dreams with greatness and hope. Then, all of a sudden, the faint suggestion of a bright blue and yellow bus rolled down the street and pulled in front of my house with a low rumbling, EEKOH. I got on my bus and walked down the path and sat at my assigned seat. At that point, I was happy, gleeful, and excited for the majestic day ahead of me. But I soon, too, caught the Tuesday flu and started to feel a little blue. I tried to lighten up the mood and make those, who were willing to listen, feel a little better by telling stories about my clumsy hound dog at home, and it worked! We eventually came to a stop at the school, and the kids on the bus poured out across the sidewalk in front of the elementary. A couple of my classmates and I walked inside the warm building. The heater felt like a fireplace, wrapped itself around me like a furry blanket. I shuffled my way into the classroom. As I slowly walked by a group of my peers, I overheard them degrade me and spread horrible lies about me. It felt like a knife just stabbed me in the heart. Because of the dim light and the shadow that covered my face from the hood on the jacket I was wearing, the clutter of once-called friends couldnt see me cry. The meaning of this is: Watch what you say about people, cause you never know whos listening, and you could make them feel down on the most beautiful of days. ____________________________________________________________ ...My sweet boy, I love you forever!!!
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 04:30:12 +0000
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