momma

Her eyes just closed,and I can hear her soft breathing. Her body going up and down as she breathes, like a spectacular beat you've never heard before. I miss her every minute, every second she's gone. I touched her soft hand, and it felt just the way it always feels- warm and cozy. She taught me so many things, that I can't even count them. Her soft cheek feels like the most softest pillow ever. I love her. Alot. Her laugh, her smile, makes her like a hero whenever she wants. As soon as you look at her face, you can see a smile appear on your face. She is, and will always be the biggest hero to me, more than any other superman. Even when I behave badly, she'll always tell me that she loves me no, matter what. She's the best, truly the best mother anyone could have. She'll always be the first one to run and give me a huge hug and wish me on my birthday. Her encouragement never stops. She tells me to enjoy a race than win it, and her cheering always works. I love you, momma, and I always will.

-Anoushka (aka me)

me the great

Bonjour, folks! This is your good young friend Anoushka. You've probably read the title of this article. It suits me, dosen't it? I really hope you read these me stuff. I've got a blog at last (you've noticed, haven't you?) ! Anyway, this is for everyone who wants to read it, especially for all my teachers and my parents and my grandparents an lots of other people too, who've encourged me to write more. I created this blog because I love writing and it makes me feel alot better. Be sure to read all the me poems and the me essays. Enjoy...........

- me