Early morning

Alarm clock goes off at 5:30 am. I slowly turn over and shut the alarm off. I lay in bed wondering why I decided to do this. I gradually pull myself out of ben and start getting my things together. I dread going outside in the crisp cold air. I run to my car, start it and turn the heat on low. I drive up to the school. There are only a few cars in the parking lot. 5:50 am, I walk in to the dim lit gym and sit on the floor with the other girls. Messy hair, tired eyes, and over seized jackets. We are all tired, sitting on the floor we all slowly change our shoes. It is the time that we all dread, coach walks in a says it is time to start. We start with warm up laps and the stretch. As the time goes on we all wake up a little more. We scrimmage until 7:00am. We are done and now it is time to get ready for the rest of the day.

Opposites

Only in darkness can you see stars

-          Martin Luther King Jr.

You are the dark night and the stars that shine.

You are the rain storm through the night.

You are the dark tunnel they drive through with the head lights on.

You are the alarm clock that goes off in the early hours of the morning.

However, you are not the snow filled trees and roads.

You are not the big hill that people want to sled down.

And you are certainly not the day off work and school.

There is just no way that you are the day off.

It is possible that you are a warm spring day with flowers all around

With the birds singing and the colors coming back to life.

But you are not even close to being the hot summer day.

It might interest you to know that I am the hot summer day.

The day when it hot but there is rain sprinkling down.

The days when there is nothing to be done and just a time to relax.

I also happen to be the cotton candy that puts a smile on children’s faces.

The thing that they have been waiting for all day that is such a simple thing but will bring so much joy.

But don’t worry, I am not the dark night with the stars that shine.

You will always be the dark night sky with stars for everyone to adore.

Memories

The wind whistled through the air

She rushed inside with her hands full of groceries

She pulls out all of her ingredients

Kneading the dough softly

She puts the dough in the pan and into the oven

The warmth of the oven warms her home

Smelling the bread bring her joy

The bread is done and the smell feels her home

Once it’s done she slices it carefully

She puts a small amount of jam on

While eating her bread it brings back memories

Memories of backing with her mom as a child

She smiled softly and finished her bread