The Person I Value The Most

He showed me love 

In a world of hate 

The first time we met 

It felt kind of like fate 

It was not a romance 

It was so much more 

When I met him 

I did not feel so sad anymore 

The first time we met 

I was in sweatpants and a hoodie 

That did not matter 

He still called me a beauty 

We talked all the time 

But we never got bored 

Every time we talked 

I learned a little more 

He has been through a lot 

From fist fights to long nights

But as tough as he is 

He is still afraid of heights 

He feels that everyone leaves 

Eventually 

He told me this in trust 

And confidentiality 

He has done some things 

Of which I do not agree 

But that did not matter 

Because for the first time 

I felt free 

I did not feel the shackles of life 

Pulling me down 

I let my past be the sound 

Of my feet upon the ground 

Though he did not know it 

He taught me to love me, myself, and I 

Even without a gap 

Between my pretty little thighs

I would like to think 

That I helped him as well 

Because before we met 

He fell 

He hit rock bottom 

Never to return 

But yet 

His flames still burn 

He needed a reason 

To carry on 

All he had come to know 

Was suddenly gone 

He needed a sunrise 

And sunset 

That is why I say 

Fate be the reason we met 

Though neither of us 

Are shining stars 

It does not matter 

Because this life is ours 

He taught me things 

I will never forget 

I treasure him 

And the day we met

Long Summer Nights

                One interesting thing that happened this summer was the fact that so many people I loved died. Within a months span, two people near and dear to my heart died. I know this may sound morbid, but just listen.

                The first one to go was my Grandpa, Charles “Dick” Richard Trottier. His fatality was brought on by a mass in his stomach and a blockage in his bowels. On July 11, 2013, my Grandpa went to Golden Acres to see My Grandma Shirley. He brought her Taco Bell and visited with her, but later that night when he got home something was wrong. My Grandpa was having chronic diarrhea, and went to the hospital. The nurse said that it was just food poisoning, but it was so much more than that. The next morning, the nurse came out and announced that my Grandpa had a mass in his stomach and a blockage in his bowels. It was time to say the final goodbye. My sister, my brother, and I rushed to the hospital to see him one time, but we were too late. On July 12, 2013, he was gone.

                The second one to go was a family friend, Dave. The cause of his death was suicide. Dave was a smart, but antisocial man. I had not seen him since he moved to Georgia a couple years ago. He just lost his job recently. He claimed that he had enough money saved up and he was fine, but I guess there was more to it because he shot himself. First, he held the gun under his chin and shot. The bullet went up to his nose, hit a bone, and came out of his nose. Since that did not work, he tried again. This time, he lifted the gun up to his head. This time, he was successful. On August 16, 2013, a week after he died, his father found him.

                Each of these events had a great impact on my life.  Each of these men played a different role in my life. Both of them have their significances.

                My Grandpa Dick was so proud of me. He never thought that any family member of his would ever make straight A’s, or get into an early college program. Although it saddens me that he is not here to be a part of this journey, it makes me work harder and want to do better.

                Dave showed me that there are other people in the world like me that achieve academicly and who are not very social, but seeing what happened to him made me want to change. I still want to succeed, but not at the price of my sanity. I decided I was no longer stressing about being the “perfect student” and I would try to associate more.

                As much as I have mourned these deaths, I have also grown from them. As they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

Taylor

The name Taylor was chosen at random
It did not get much thought
It sounded good
So, it is what I got

I came to like my name
Though I never did before
As I thought about it
I started to like it more

Taylor originated from Tailor
A person who makes and alters clothes
They are said to repair things
That is when a thought arose

Like a Tailor
I fixed things, too
There was nothing I could not fix
There was nothing I could not do

I fixed a million broken smiles
I healed a million broken hearts
I cleared crowded minds
And entered positive thoughts

I repaired and fixed things
Like a tailor
A name I came to know
Became a part of me

I came to like my name
Though I never did before
As I thought about it
I started to like it more