My Writing: All in Two

This was the letter I gave for my parents on my mother's birthday: October 22, 2016.

I never believed there could be someone who was my first love, my teacher, my bestfriend and my everything until I realized it was you.

You who held me in your arms and showed me the world. And taught me how to walk, talk, and bought me toys to my already room-filled collection. But my response was always more, I want more. I cried.

As I grew up, I enjoyed school more than home even though I wasn’t necessarily good at school those times. You told me to work harder, to study better. I didn’t listen. I rebelled.

Years passed by, I learned lessons on my own; bullying, hurt, and more. I started to enjoy home. At the wrong time. These days when I’m at home, I’m not at home. I’m surrounded by the walls of my room, the mountain of homework and study. I work hard for you, though.

Isn’t it funny how people say, “do things for yourself, not for anyone else.” But what if the things I do for myself are for you, what if that is what I am wanting for myself? Your happiness, your smile?

I promise to make you proud of me. I promise mom and dad, that I’ll do anything for you. Thank you and I’m sorry for everything. I love you then, now, and always.

I never believed there could be someone who was my first love, my teacher, my bestfriend, and my everything until I realized it was you.

My Writing: Elizabeth I Poem

The last and the greatest of the Tudor dynasty,

Was more than a man, a woman with modesty.

She was the Queen of Ireland and England concurrently,

She inherited the throne at a time of much obscurity.

Independent and strong was she and never married,

All the love letters and proposals to her were left a buried.

For that, she was called the Virgin Queen,

And through the years, power and respect she burgeonly gleaned.

A religious compromise was made during her heir,

But not until later did this decision she realized, put her in despair.

A powerful Protestant was she but a powerful Catholic her cousin,

So the Queen beheaded Mary to keep her power a buzzin’.

Fighting the Spanish Armada was one of her greatest accomplishments.

Of which got her many, many a compliments.

The Elizabethan Age was full of success and innovations,

But soon the Queen’s compromise of religion made her people impatient.

The Queen’s last years were not very pretty,

They were filled with years of sadness, famine, smallpox and much pity.

The death of the Countess of Nottingham saddened the queen to depression,

With sickness filled in her she was ready to go to her next dimension.