When I look back in my memory

I see you in my mind.

Your little body, your pretty face

everything so divine.

When I look back on that day

I had your picture in my hand.

So small then and I still wish 

I could have seen you stand.

When I look back I still remember

when they finally chose our name.

So beautiful it was just like you

it will never be the same.

When I look back I catch a glimpse

of what you could have been.

Playing around in your front yard 

with all of your friends.

But I tell you now my sweet niece

you will never be alone

because God himself will be by your side 

for he has brought you home.

And yes, eleven days, 

is too short of a life.

But while you look down, please smile

because everything is alright.

When I look back all I see

are your precious eyes

and how you used everything you had

for such a little life.

So goodbye once again, we'll see you later on

We love you and we miss you

but in our hearts you'll never be gone.

-Love always, your aunt <3

They come and go like leaves chasing each other in the wind waving goodbye as they pass you. Like the moment a perfect wave is headed your way but you couldn't make it in time. Like the perfect pitch that flies by you while your bat is resting on your shoulders and makes the catcher's glove scream. Kind of like saying goodnight without a goodnight kiss. Then you go home and wonder, why didn't I take that chance?

As a little girl growing up, I was what some would call a little Matilda. I was always reading a book. Reading was my escape from the reality that was my childhood. I began writing when I was 12 years old. Back then I never really thought of it as poetry or any other kind of writing, I always saw it as me writing down everything Iʼd never say… I thought of my writings as a journal entry. Of course it wasn'tʼuntil later that I realized that I was writing much more than just that. I have piles and piles of black spiral notebooks under my bed filled with my writings. Before I started posting here on prose, I posted some writings on another writing app called Poetry Club. Sadly it shut down about a month ago due to inactivity. Other than the close group of people on there and all of you here on prose, no one had ever read my writings. I've never shared my writings with family or friends, mostly because they're really personal. I've always thought that one day I'll be like Dickinson (not that I'mʼcomparing myself to her), and that after I die somebody will find all of my writings and will publish them. Yeah I'mʼweird like that. From the ages of 15 till about 19 I stopped writing as much. About a year and a half ago when I started posting on Poetry Club is when I really got back into the groove of things. Poetry is by far my favorite form of writing. I mainly stick to free verse myself. I became all the more inspired when someone started writing poetry and songs for me. Falling in love with a writer is one of the best and worst things that can happen. Here I am now at 21 using writing as a therapist… I would love to write as a profession. But who knows… Ending up like Dickinson wouldn't be half bad either.