Someone who was of great value to writing is my mother. My mom has always been a book worm and within everyone I know, she is the one who writes the most. I spent a lot of my life in the library and listening to her poetry. Her interest in a variety of readings has led to a house with stuffed book shelves. In fifth grade I was given an assignment to make a booklet of short pieces of poetry. This lead me to asking more about my moms’ poetry and for ideas throughout making my booklet. This activity helped spark more of my curiosity in poetry. Once I was in sixth grade, I wrote my first non-assigned poem. It was about an independent pure white horse running free. After writing my first piece, my relation with pen and paper hasn’t stopped prancing
