Well the Rodriguez family writing legacy continues--my father and grandfather were both writers sometime in their lives. And all my four kids and four grand-kids so far have proven to be good at putting down on paper their thoughts, feelings, stories. Below is a poem by my 13-year-old grand-daughter, Anastasia Horkay. Anastasia lives just outside of Chicago with her mother, Laura, and her three half-brothers: Dakari, Joshua and Raiden. She's a fantastic student and a wonderful young lady; I'm very proud of her. I hope you all like her poem.
BURNING EMBERS
To touch a burning ember without first burning yourself
would be to be the touch itself,
To stare at the glow of a burning ember
would be to be the glow itself.
To stand the heat of a burning ember
would be to be the heat itself,
To not feel the pain of a burning ember
would be to be the pain itself.
To be inside a burning ember
would be to be the fire itself,
To live inside a burning ember
would be to be in hell itself.
To survive inside a burning ember
would be to be the devil himself,
To withstand the power of a burning ember
would be to be the ember itself.
By Anastasia Horkay
BURNING EMBERS
To touch a burning ember without first burning yourself
would be to be the touch itself,
To stare at the glow of a burning ember
would be to be the glow itself.
To stand the heat of a burning ember
would be to be the heat itself,
To not feel the pain of a burning ember
would be to be the pain itself.
To be inside a burning ember
would be to be the fire itself,
To live inside a burning ember
would be to be in hell itself.
To survive inside a burning ember
would be to be the devil himself,
To withstand the power of a burning ember
would be to be the ember itself.
By Anastasia Horkay
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