Campus Life
Posted Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 12:55 PM to Writing Corps.
I was ten years old when I stumbled upon my mom's old poetry. Tucked away in my basement, these yellowing sheets of paper opened a new realm of possibilities for me. 
The poetry helped me to feel connected to my mother again, who had passed away due to breast cancer two years earlier. Since her death, I found it hard to feel close to her. It was my sister who always received the complement, "You look just like your mom." It never seemed fair to me, that I had nothing to connect us again.
The day I found her poems was the day I found our connection. I realized that even though mom wasn't with me anymore, I could still make her a part of my life. Writing became my passion, just as it was hers. 


By Kristine Trickey