Writing

So for school i had to write a hudge portfolio of all my work. I entitled it Ripple in the Ink. This is one of the poems i wrote modeled after the the poem Grandmas Cupboard

  

Mothers Smile

I hear my mother,

Her Bright cheerful laugh.

Her eyes so full of love for me,

He shining, smiling face.

She is so much,

A part of me.

The water in my growing life.

I close my eyes,

And feel her loving arms,

Reaching out to me.

Her warmth shines through.

And yet, I cannot touch

My loving Mother’s face.

Just a picture on the wall, 

Far away and gone,

Close, yet far

Near, yet gone.

I long for her embrace.

I also had to put a quote on the cover of it so i choose....

By The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.  ~Anaïs Nin