Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?
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Silences, Silenced was a thought that somehow came to be me writing this without my knowledge of ever writing it until the ending. Weird huh? Yeah, how do you think I feel after writing this and then waking up to consciousness?
This poem was written for my cat in dedication of his life that he lost the battle. He had a stroke and I couldn’t let him suffer. All though, I wanted answers and left him overnight at the vets. Following day, July 1st, Mischief Lotus passed away, he’s free.
Mischief is such a good cat. He has this faint little meow, so cute. He can get on his hind legs and loves to box. He came to me just short of 3 years ago, now. He was 5 weeks old when he just showed up in my life. He is a great joy to be around I love him with all that I am.
My 7th grade English teacher, Mrs. Keichle, helped me through a lot of dark days in my childhood. She, believed in me, and my shop teacher too, Mr. Holmes, woodshop. My own parents lost their belief in me, when I was growing up because I was different, born with a disease, Hyperactivity Attention Deficit. Back in that time, this was about when the doctors first discovered this disease, and they themselves, didn’t know how to treat the disorder. I went to see doctor after doctor. But, i didn’t ask to be born like this, they brought me here and couldn’t deal with it. Don’t get me wrong, I do love my parents, very much so. Well, these two teachers, took special interest in me. I grew up to be a carpenter and here I am, writing this excerpt about her, My Teacher … Life’s Memory!