"I'll do it tomorrow..."

The Cloud

In the sky, the cloud’s dark, gray hands crept,
and then to show its mourn it wept.
Over my house they stood,
sending gushes of wind on its hood.

I can still remember the day,
the cloud had out powered the sun’s ray.
It had hovered my house
as quietly as a mouse.
Until it got mad, that’s when it made a frown
and threw rain, that was as noisy as downtown.

The wind tapped at my windows and roared at the door,
as I quietly swept the floor.
It had been enough for two days,
until finally, the sun came out giving off warm rays.
Oh! how glad I was to see the sun,
now I could go out and have some fun.


Middle School Girl Wins 3rd Place Nationally!
Oh my gawsh I can't believe I found this on a little red floppy disk (what's that?--I Know right!) But, yea I wrote this at some point in middle school when we were learning about "personification" in school and this sweet Uncle, who was our neighbor in Marlboro and absolutely the smartest man used to come to our house as my parents wanted me to learn higher Calculus from him. This man was absolutely brilliant but I got distracted from math when the alphabet started intervening numbers and I never shied away from using the ample of excuses I had to not sit and learn. One day he saw this poem amongst my notes and had asked me if he could submit my poem to a contest and I said sure and never really thought about it after that. But indeed, he was an excellent professor and a fantastic teacher and I kept telling myself that I'll go and visit uncle again at his house and learn Calculus from him. But, life got busy after that as it often does and I didn't make an effort to make time for moments to smell the roses. One night, my mum told me that Uncle had come to see me that evening but I wasn't home and that there was an envelope waiting for me on the table. I went and picked up the white sealed package from the table and opened it. My jaw dropped with disbelief; inside it was something that I hadn't thought about in weeks! I reached in and took out the red 3rd place ribbon that I had received for placing nationally and carressed it with my fingers. In it was also a check prize and a copy of the book that my poem, "The Cloud" got published in! I was so very thankful and grateful that Uncle had submitted this for me! I had never been published before and I told Mum that I'd definitely go tomorrow and visit him when I come back from school. I got off the bus when I came home from school the next day, ready to put my heavy book bag down, and skip along to Uncle's house to benefit from the great knowledge he had to share with the world. I opened my house door casually as I did everyday, knowing that mum had just unlocked it minutes before my bus was to pull in and was ready to barge in but mum was there; behind the door; she was just standing there in the doorway. She hugged me tight right there at the door. I knew something was wrong... I looked at her questioningly and she said, "Uncle passed away this morning, Pari..."