Memories for Tomorrow

For eighteen years

we have grown

and have been inspired.

When we fell,

someone was there

to help us on our feet.

Friendships were made

as secrets were kept.

While we grew older

Those friendships grew

as others were brought together.

There were those in our groups

who went astray

and some, who will never return.

 

As commencement approaches,

the child still in us doesn’t want

to let go.

Friendships will be lost,

as our innocence is left behind.

But as we walk away on that day

we each shall forge our own path,

with our future unknown.

Remembering

what we have gained

from these eighteen years.

Knowing

we must carry these memories on

for tomorrow.

 

*This was composed for the yearbook for the class of 2004 at Menomonee Falls High School, but I think it carries a message many new graduates can relate to year after year.

Bring it, 2011!

So it's been a while since I last posted and I can't say I have a valid excuse other than life has been a bit busy. There are so many New Year's resolutions to choose from and every year I try to come up with one that I'll stick to...so far that hasn't worked out too well. I think my best bet for 2011 is to become more motivated towards my goals. One of my goals was always to become a published writer. Last year I finally broke into writing online for suite101. But for 2011 I think I'm going to work on my other goal--cooking. I've been working on my cooking and recipes at home for some time now and reading up on what I can, but I think I want to pursue culinary school. Call me crazy, but it is something that has been nagging at me for some time now.

I don't know what it is about this new year, but I feel excited for what is to come!

Been a While

It has definately been a while since my last blog post. I've been writing recipes for my online articles and have been working my tail off at work. Luckily I have had some time away from work to be with family and friends. I was able to make it back home this summer, but still haven't made it to the beach. My busy work schedule should slow down around mid October when my work hours come back to "real time" haha. Until then, stay tuned; I hope to publish something soon!

Silent Stalker

Lurking over your shoulder
Gazing at you in the mirror
Seeking you
Wanting you
Pulling you near

Following at a distance
Not too far away
Behind you
Beside you
Shadowing your day

Greeting you in the beginning
Pretending to be your friend
Tricking you
Haunting you
Getting you in the end

* A darker theme than normal, but one of my favorites I wrote years ago. Can you guess who or what the silent stalker is? *

We the People

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s destruction
Spreading like a fire
Spreading like disease

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s confusion
Distorting our own morals
Distorting others beliefs

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s reminder
Of what it was before
Of what it’s going to be

We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s hope
To learn from the past
To learn for the future

But We the People
Ourselves
Are the world’s soldiers
Fighting for our lives
Fighting for our freedoms

And We the People
Ourselves
Will fight for our freedoms
Until the dust settles
Until the sun sets one last time


*Another poem I wrote a few years ago for school, but has been reviewed and edited many times to get it to this draft--I hope you enjoy!

A Tribute to Boppa

A year ago today I lost someone important to me, my grandfather; or as us grandchildren called him--Boppa. Boppa was the kind of person who could always cheer you up and would always come to your special events. Always the giver of advice or opinion and even if you didn't agree you knew that what he had to say was important. Boppa was, and still is, a great inspiration in my life. He was a hard worker his whole life, making sure his family always came before himself.

When we were growing up, he would always give us grand kids a quarter if we finished our meal. It may not mean much to some, but to us those quarters mean so much more--never take for granted the little things in life.

I am so lucky to have been blessed to have him in my life. I hope that one day I can be as much as an inspiration as he was to all those he met.

I tried writing a poem for today, but there is so much to say about Boppa that for now this is what I have been able to compose:

...even though I had
to say goodbye,
You'll forever be
my angel in the sky...

Adventure: Fishing

So today was the first time I went fishing at a lake. I'd say this trip was a little overdue. My friends and I took the boat to Harris Lake for bass fishing. Sure, we didn't catch anything today but I was able to take something back with me. Fishing on this lake is a bit different than other lakes. How so? This lake is named after the Shearon Harris Nuclear Power Plant, which happens to be sitting right off the shore. When you travel through the woods and emerge at the bank, you are first hit by the amazing view of the sparkling water that seems to stretch forever. Then, in the background you see it--the very large cooling tower for the plant. I think what overwhelmed me today was the fact that such a large entity, a symbol of our modern technology, was situated in such a serene and seemingly untouched surrounding.