Spring 2022
ative writing teacher. I felt so comfortable with her; she made me love writing even more. I was a great student in that class with the best grades. I never felt more at home. She encouraged me so much that I was even confident enough to enter my poetry into a poetry slam! One of my favorite poems I ever wrote was about my mom, of course, and it seems that I am always inspired by that amazing woman. Here it is, just one of the many: I Remember I remember how happy you were I remember how happy you looked I remember what made you happy And I also know that you weren’t always happy I remember how sad you were I remember how sad you looked I remember what made you sad Even though I was bad, you were always there for me, best mother anyone could have You were the greatest in the world; no one could replace you or even come close Oh! Your beautiful soul I miss most What you were able to give me in our short time together, was everything I needed to make it without you I will always remember your love and how the last time I spoke to you, you said, “I love you,” and I said, “I love you, too.” My favorite memories are the ones with you laughter, love, hugs, kiss; all out of the blue Now you’re gone but you will never be forgotten. Mom, I love you. Then, after the school year was over, Ms. Tamez moved across the country, just like that, and I was alone again. As a writer I knew that I never needed a person to talk to because I always had my pen. I am thankful for my struggles as well as my successes because I am who I am today from them. Now, onto 2015, nearly five years after losing my mom, I did not change much when it came to communication. I still did not like to talk to people. At that point in my life I was eighteen years old, so I knew that something was going to have to change to maintain my job and finish school. I wrote, and wrote, and wrote some more until I was able to get by in my daily life.
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