Angel Wings

Dear Lila,

You've always had angel wings, wings of an angel.
And I've always loved to run my fingers over them.
They are bony and stick out, in an obvious way, but I did love them all the same.
I told you one day when you were sick that maybe one day, you would fly.
Fly high above the baby blue sky.
And I told you not to let that time come too soon when you would swap your bony wings for real ones.
I cried and cried and you comforted me, until the very end.
The last time I saw you in that furry white body you gave me feeble kisses.
I could see it in your eyes, you wanted me to save you, from the veterinary's office.
But I said to be good, and I kissed you then I turned my back and said good bye, see you tomorrow.
I will never forgive and never forget that stupid choice I made, of leaving you there, walking away my back to you.
And then this morning we got the call and I couldn't even stand. I fell to the ground and cried and cried about this horrible thing.
And then when I got you, your fur was so soft and your eyes still bright and merry. And then I found your angel wings on your back and began to cry some more. They weren't nearly as bony as they were the day before because now in heaven you needed them.
All that is left is a body in a box but I realized now there is so much more. It's good when you realize the reason you're crying is because of all the good times and good memories.
I love you so much and you'll always be my beautiful baby bunny. Or funny bunny, or honey bunny or Lila or sweetheart or something of that sort. And now I know that you know that I love you, I can smell you everywhere. I am not sure why but everywhere I go I can smell you, as if my nose was pressed against your soft warm fuzzy body.
I'll never forget the first bunny I had, a boy who's name was Lila, the mini rex rabbit who made 6 years of my life so amazingly great, will be with me forever, and ever and ever
And now he is in heaven with his real angel wings watching me up from the sky. And I hope he understands why I did what I did and how I love him so much.
And I'll never forget that bunny from Noah Arc's pet store and how he has changed my life. And made me who I am today. I am forever grateful.


Love your Mommy.

Forgive them even if they are not sorry

Forgive them even if they are not sorry.
Forgive them even if they think they did no wrong.
Forgive them in every way.
Forgive them every day.
Forgive them even if they are not sorry.
For they know not what sorry is.
The sourness of it has not made their lips pucker.
Or their eyes water.
They fear the word.
It's very wrath daring to sweep them away.
Forgive.
Forgive.
It's a tough word.
Sorry.
They think everything they do they can get away with.
They think their hurtful words and daring looks will never be noticed.
Never be noticed by the girl sitting across from them.
She has cried before over them.
Wishing, willing them to be her friends.
But I wonder to myself, why would she want to be friends with such people.
Such, vial, despicable people, who someday may be picked apart themselves by someone else, such as this girl is being picked apart by them.
But they care not.
They see not what impact they are having on this young girls life.
But one day when these bitches get picked apart, all that will remain, once their outer shell has been vanquished, will be a sad person.
Are they a person at all?
Or spawn of the devil sent by him to destroy one girls high school experience.
I would never know the difference of where they came from.
Nor do I care.
But please, forgive them, even if they are not sorry.

Friday April 22, 2011

An Army (May 7, 2010)

It takes an army to destroy an army.
It takes one to make a change.
To stand up for whats right.
Even when your standing alone.
To tell your peers the difference between right and wrong.
To change minds.
To settle problems.
It takes one to make a change but an army of people can follow.

Pain (written on May 7, 2010)

It’s something you feel.
It can be physical.
It can be emotional.
Emotional hurts more.
It hurts you heart.
You can feel it.
It’s a sense of emptiness.
Of sadness.
Of hurt.
Your heart feels pain.
Even if it’s not possible.
Pain is something you feel.
It can be physical.
It can be emotional.
Emotional hurts more.
It’s a sense of sadness and hurt.

Flying (written on May 6, 2010

Flying

Flying away is painful.
It hurts the ones it never knew it would.
Flying away is liberating.
It’s not the same, but it’s not unique.
It’s being above the sky, above the clouds, above the hurt and the hate and the love.
It’s flying.
It’s being free.
It’s doing what never could have been done.
And then it hurts to fly.
And then you want to go home.
And you want to stop the hurt.
And you want to stop the fear.
And you want to sink from the clouds
and hug everyone and tell them it’s all okay again.
But then that time passes and you want to fly and be free and touch the sky.
Because flying is the only thing you know how to do now.
So you fly and you live for today.
And you live for tomorrow.
You live for yesterdays
and so you turn your face to the sun, and you fly.
You fly away.
But you come back when needed.
Because you don’t like to see hurt. You want to heal it.
And the only way you know how is to fly.







Emma Kessler
10th grade
May 6, 2010