stared into my eyes deeply

as she was lying,guarding, and exposing

her sad,angry, an conserning and dissapointed

self

By Pat Mora

I remember

the first day,

how I looked down,

hoping you wouldn't see

me,

and when I glanced up,

I saw your smile

shining like a soft light

from deep inside you.

“I'm listening,” you encourage us.

“Come on!

Join our conversation,

let us hear your neon certainties,

thorny doubts, tangled angers,”

but for weeks I hid inside.

I read and reread your notes

praising

my writing,

and you whispered,

“We need you

and your stories

and questions

that like a fresh path

will take us to new vistas.”

Slowly, your faith grew

into my courage

and for you—

instead of handing you

a note or apple or flowers—

I raised my hand.

I carry your smile

and faith inside like I carry

my dog's face,

my sister's laugh,

creamy melodies,

the softness of sunrise,

steady blessings of stars,

autumn smell of gingerbread,

the security of a sweater on a chilly day.

-i liked how encouraging this poem was and how she told the poem and as she was telling the poem it almost seemed like she was starting to warm u to the teacher

-i like how it is easy to understand

-this poem reminds me of freshman through junior year in ms. andersons class

Her anger gets deeper. more heightened

The loud splash sounds of the rain beating on the ground, creating deep, large puddles

As her tears fall down her cheeks. Feeling the wet salty tears pour down

As the weather turns hotter, she can feel everything

all her deep emotions bodiling up

The hot sun was beating down on her skin, creating a horrible red-hot sunburn.

Her sweat was dripping down her skin. feeling the warm stinging sensation.

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