The sun, moon and stars

Sunday night there was a thunderstorm here. It rained for quite a while and due to some issues the house builders had, mentally, our basement flooded. Now our basement isn't just a big storage, its actually the living room, laundry room and my mom's room. While we were trying to salvage things, my mom ran across some very old things from when I was seven, in second grade. She began to get emotional about the water damage to them but I told her that I could save them. I began to take things apart and spread them over the computer room floor so that they could dry separately. I noticed one lone piece of paper and I immediately knew what it was. My very first poem.

It was intitled, The sun, moon and stars: For my mom! I reference this poem a lot when people ask me when did I start writing but I could never actually recall the exact words. Finding this poem just opened up so much motivation and inspiration in me that its ridiculous. I've been doing this since I was seven!!! If that's not a passion I don't know what is. The poem is so deep that I have no idea what I was actually trying to say. All I know is, that started the development of this creative talent that God has so graciously blessed me with.

Out of a tragedy (the basement flooding) I gained inspiration...