Poem by Samantha's Student

Write Like Me

by Julissa Thompson

I don’t think that words do justice to the human heart
But we as writers come pretty close to it
The past few months have meant the worth of gold to me
I’ve not only grown as a writer, but as an intellectual
From Angelica’s enthusiasm to Syeeda’s touching personal story
I’ve learned the worth of waking up every morning
To find beauty in tangible items, the big, the small, the dirty the clean
Let go, let flow
Was what she said to us that first week
Ms. Thornhill, a wonderful, insightful product of the human race
It’s not fair to say that her mom and dad made her
I feel that that’s too much credit for only two people to grasp
Though I’m sure they have lots to do with the genuine beauty

of the nature that Ms. Thornhill carries on her shoulder,

I would like to thank the world
They have allowed her to pass on her great insight to us, a blessed group of kids
Through her, we’ve grown another pair of eyes
To take the world as it passes by
Rekindled euphoria should be the title of this poem because that’s what this class was
Happiness restored in just an ounce of love
Something to never forget
I’ll live on through our pens
And maybe just maybe
In the future we’ll be widely recognized as
Ms. Thornhill’s Fiction Intensive Class, Write Like Me