Monday, December 14, 2009

writings of Malia

Malia has always been a very creative writer. She asked me to pick one of my favorite pieces from 7 of her recent writings for her final in Creative Writing. I couldn't choose but I wanted to share a couple.....

My Little Angel

I held the doll there in my arms, I sat on her tiny bed. I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, trying to fight the tears. The pictures and memories flooded in. I saw her chunky Indian face. Her chubby cheeks, her chocolate colored skin and those big brown eyes. I couldn't hold it in any longer. The tears slowly began to roll down my face and before I knew it they were racing down. I couldn't stop.
I remembered when my parents told me what happened. When they broke the news. I remembered how the best day of my life rapidly turned to the worst. I remembered the pewter clouds and the thought that she was gone. Forever. I remember it all. The disbelief, the punch in my gut, the burn in my throat and the pierce in my heart. But the worst part was watching them lower my three-year old sister into the ground. It was all too much for me to handle.
But I had to stay. I wanted to remember. I wanted her to stay alive. Alive in me. I wanted to remember how she would laugh and how she would run around, making the biggest messes. I remember how only two weeks ago she was saying everything, copying all my words, good and bad. Now I missed that. Now I missed how she would climb into my bed in the middle of the night, crying that she was scared. Now I am climbing into her bed, but she is not here. Someone took her life. Now all I ask is......Why?
Why her? Why my little sister? She was just a little girl. She didn't deserve that. She didn't do anything wrong. I know that.
"I love you", I whispered as I squeezed the doll taking a deep breath inhaling her scent. "I will always love you."
A warm feeling curled inside my heart and I knew that she was with me. Forever.


Our Castle

In a dreary-knighted December
You, I'll always remember
It was you where I found love
You are my moon
You are my sun
You are the stars that shine so bright
You are day and you are night
You are dawn
You are the colors to my sunrise
The music to my song
You are my other half
Together we stand strong
Our love cannot be broken
We fly together
Our heart as one

But separate we are weak
With others we are wrong
There is no moon
No sun
No stars
There is no day or night
Our sunrise in colorless
No music to our song
I am only a half
Now that you are gone
Us I'll always remember
In a dreary-knighted December

But the spark is still there
The light is still on
The fire is still burning
The lyrics to our song
Shall never be lost
Our castle still stands tall

With others we are wrong
Together we belong
Our love is true
Forever my love shall be with you
In a dreary-knighted December
WE ARE ONE.


Darfur

Look at our world today
It's just so crazy
They're falling down
They're fading

Mothers are raped
Thier father dies
Homes burn
In the children's eyes

Its happening again
A Genocide
It shows
In the children's eyes

They live in fear
Huddling inside
From the men in camouflage
In the children's eyes

Thier government
How it lies
Killing the innocent
In the children's eyes

The world just watches
They all stand by
As tears fall
From the children's eyes

They topple down
To their goodbye
They fade
The children die

The Praying Mantis

Mom enjoys riding her new-to-her bike. It is a BMW R1150R Rockster model. She rides to school and back home again most days. She is a hero to her students on campus because she is a motorhead!! You go, girl!!

The Praying Mantis

The Praying Mantis
Mom's bike

San Francisco Trip - 2007

During our trip last summer to San Francisco and eventually to San Diego, we took a day ride around the Castro Valley area to a scenic area known as Mount Diablo State Park. I distracted Barbara as we were maneuvering the switch back roads on our way down from the peak. Barbara endured a slow speed accident resulting in a few broken ribs, a broken clavical, and a punctured lung. She spent 10 glorious days in the John Muir Medical Center in Walnut Creek. She has survived to ride again. She got back in the saddle and has ridden to school already this year.

The Rider - Before

The Rider - Before
Before the accident!!

The Rider - After

The Rider - After
After the accident!!