Wrote this in Grade 7. I was 12 or 13 years old.
I am now entering my first year of University.
I love this one. Wrote in anger over being ignored by a friend. Felt so much better, to the point of happiness after writing.
this was a poem I wrote when my grandmother passed on.. I really miss her alot.. she was like a mother to me.
Mantova is another name for Mantua.
