I was inspired to write this poem about a student I had in my class a long time ago. I wrote this while participating in the Oregon Writing Project. It is funny how much a person's life can change in 4 years, the great part is the poem I posted below this one was also written at OWP and I guess I followed my dream in the poem. I just have to keep remembering to live my life for me and Maggie.
Little Dragon
I see my father walk away,
his hand raised as he
loads the helicopter and flies to Iraq.
For me, my childhood is gone.
This dragon I draw breaths fire on the bad people in Iraq.
He will keep my dad safe, I think.
My mother is crying her tears can be
heard through two doors.
The noise keeps me awake.
I feel sad.
The dragon I see is kind, it loves my mom and protects
our house from bad, while dad is gone.
I worry.
The alarm goes off, I hop out of bed,
dress, eat, brush teeth, do chores and
I am out the door.
The dragon breathes yellow fire.
It protects me and watches over me.
I feel safe.
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