Sweet Sour Summers
Mira S.
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When I started writing this poem I wanted to talk about my love of tomatoes and old memories but as I was writing it I realized that my mom is the reason I love tomatoes. Every year of my life I had tomato sandwiches in the summer because of her. Every memory is because she was watering the seeds and picking off the suckers. I never realized I never said “Thank you ” for making everyday so special. For putting up with my silliness and doing your best. I love you, Mom.
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What is the meaning of life?
Not money, not 42, not death, not even love. The meaning of life is creativity. Without it we would be dead and dull and normal. Without it we would have nothing. Creativity is to be alive.
