“Burning Embers”–by Anastasia Horkay
Posted By Luis J. Rodriguez on May 26, 2007
Well the Rodriguez family writing legacy continues–my father and grandfather were both writers sometime in their lives. And all my four kids and four grand-kids so far have proven to be good at putting down on paper their thoughts, feelings, stories. Below is a poem by my 13-year-old grand-daughter, Anastasia Horkay. Anastasia lives just outside of Chicago with her mother, Laura, and her three half-brothers: Dakari, Joshua and Raiden. She’s a fantastic student and a wonderful young lady; I’m very proud of her. I hope you all like her poem.
BURNING EMBERS
To touch a burning ember without first burning yourself
would be to be the touch itself,
To stare at the glow of a burning ember
would be to be the glow itself.
To stand the heat of a burning ember
would be to be the heat itself,
To not feel the pain of a burning ember
would be to be the pain itself.
To be inside a burning ember
would be to be the fire itself,
To live inside a burning ember
would be to be in hell itself.
To survive inside a burning ember
would be to be the devil himself,
To withstand the power of a burning ember
would be to be the ember itself.
By Anastasia Horkay
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