POETRY

"Probably, Mom forgot us," I said to my brother as we were waiting for her to pick us up from school, " She's been known to do it before." He agreed, and sat down. we waited for my mom for what  seemed like hours, but must have only been minutes. Finally, my mom pulled up, and we ran to the car. "What are you?" I asked her.

"On Time," She replied as we hopped in, she drove slowly to the house. "Eight minutes late," I informed her. I instantly realized how stupid I sounded. Face-palm, I thought. We pulled into the driveway, and I ran to the door, my heavy bags beating against my legs. I sat down  at the table, finished my history homework, and pulled out my English homework. I had finished half of the Acrostic in class, but I was stuck.

Every time I tried to thin of a paragraph for the letter "O", I came up with nothing. Writing an Acrostic is harder than it looks. I tried again and again, but I kept failing. Eventually I put it down for a few hours, and I tried to finish when I got back.

Try as I might, I couldn't figure out how to continue. I threw solution after solution at the impassable walls of poetry until on finally got through. After fixing up some loose ends, I continued onto the next letter.

Relentlessly, I attacked the next few letters, the words gushing from my hands, my pen flying across the notebook. I could feel the end of the poem approaching, I could sense it, from the words I was writing, from the careful phrases that I chose. I knew that I was almost there. I wrote the last few sentences.


"Yes!" I exclaimed when I was finally finished, I took a look at the poem that I had finished writing. Satisfied, I went on to finish the rest of my homework.