I recently found a poem I wrote in 9th grade and decided to share it and write a sort of add on to it. I feel like this poem is very representative of who I was back then and what I hoped to have become in the years to follow:
There was a child went forth everyday;
And the first object she look'd upon, that object she became;
And that object became part of her for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years
The early winter snow became a part of this child,
And a cool breeze, and a white blanket covering everything in sight, and snowmen, and snowball fight
And a orange and red sunset, and a bright orange sun rise, and noisy waves, and quiet winds
And clear blue sky's in the mornings, and dark blue sky's in the night
And glorious days, and dire days And laughter, and cries, and smiles, and frowns--all became part of this child.
The people bundled in clothes rushing around to get out of the cold became part of her;
And play days in the park, and colds due to the cold, and ice skating, and easier versions of hockey
And the big oak tree in the park always covered in snow
And the frozen pond that was then the neighborhood skating rink
And the nice old couple feeding the little birds that would swarm the park
And the drummer beating his drum for spare change
And the artist painting self portraits for many
And the people dancing to the drummers beat.
Her own parents,
He that had father'd her, and she that had conceiv'd her in her womb, and birth'd her,
They gave this child more of themselves than that;
They gave her afterward everyday--they became a part of her
The mother at work making a living, dealing with impatient customers;
And coming home to prepare dinner, while taking a load
off from work
The uncle manly but sensitive staying home during the day working through the night
Playing with the children, taking naps with the children
Helping them with homework and learning things like their ABC'S or 123's
Waiting for the mother to come home so he can go to his home and prepare for work--became part of this child.
First day jitters became part of her
Meeting two new lady's that would become her kindergarten teachers
Story time reading of romances like Cinderella and Prince charming
And meeting her first best-friend and many other friends
And recess playing on the jungle gym and swinging on the swings and playing on the slides
And dismissal, yearning for the next day of school-- became a part of this child.
Entering a whole new world: Middle School
New and old friends, and new teachers
Book reports, and exams, and oral reports
And even harder classes to maintain an acceptable average in
And graduating 8th grade and being very nervous about starting high school--became part of this child.
Starting high school,
And traveling an hour each morning and after noon to a very prestigious high school
And all new teachers for the millionth time in her life
And joining all new clubs, and sports, and fine arts classes-- became a part of this child.
Melodies from her now favorite singer Justin Bieber
And poems from her literature class being recited over and over in her head
And her retaining more knowledge than she ever thought she could learn and obtain--became part of this child.
These became part of that child who went forth every day, and who now goes, and will always go forth ever
Reading this now and remembering how I felt as I typed this is sort of amusing. I wrote this when I was fourteen years old and it seems like I thought I had all ready experienced a lot in life, but now knowing what has happened in my life since I was fourteen it all seems kind of amusing. I hadn't even completed a year of high school let alone four. I hadn't gotten to the really difficult school work, or the three other high schools i would go to, or college applications, or leaving home and starting my college career and actually having to be an adult. If there was one thing I could tell my fourteen year old self it would be "You haven't even begun to experience life, and at eighteen you still haven't".
