Milla

Milla is my avid writer. If it's been a few hours since I've seen her, it's a good bet that she's snuggled up in her bed working on something.  She and a friend from La Grande still correspond a few times a week as they are working on a novel together and also keep up with and give insights on each others stories.  From what I understand (I haven't gotten to read a lot but she is beginning to share more), she writes  Dr. Who and other fanfiction along with other fantasy stories and poems.

Last week she shared a poem that she had written for school which was supposed to contain an extended metaphor.  I loved her imagery and thought I would share it here (I did get permission- learning this is a good idea :).

Deception

The night is cold,

I am alone,

And weeping in my sorrows,

But by my side,

A fires hide,

Is glowing and a flickering.

It says hello,

Please don’t be slow,

To heed my new suggestion,

I'll comfort you

since your friends are few

If only you'll step closer.

Then warmly as it flickers there

It seems to draw me in,

And comfort me,

In time of need,

Through warmth and lights affection.

But as a comfort holds me

And the fire pulls me closer,

My guard is dropped,

The kindness stops,

And burns from the outside in.

Milla trying to get ahead at a sack race at last summer's Daddy Daughter Olympics