The writings From The Minds Of The Misunderstood 2 (Part 1)

Chapter 12: A Child's Poetry Book

"Mother? will you read to us? Like you used to?" Alice signed to her mother, wanting to spend a little bit of time with her and her siblings before the babies were born.

"Yes! Please do?" Levi added on, going to sit on the floor by Kaia's feet, opening his arms for Mina to come and lay with him.

"I vote yes! " Mendel yelled as he and Riker walked into the library 

"Sure, if you want to, go grab a book you want me to read?" Her mother laughed 

All four children stood and ran in different directions looking for something for Kaia to read to them. 

Riker was the one who won out on the choice of book. She found a book of poetry her Aunt had written when she was younger. Showing it to her three cousins, they all agreed that THAT  was the book they wanted to hear. 

They were taught that almost every book that was written was a story that the author had wanted to share with the world. Even though, they were not the world, they all knew that Kaia's family was her word. 

"Aunt Kaia, we want you to read this one to us." Riker brought the book to her Aunt who was sitting petting the cheetah cub who had stood to get attention. 

"This one? Are you all sure this is the book you want me to read to you?" 

The four children that sat at her feet all gave her an emphatic yes, that was the book she was to read to them. 

Queen Kaia laughed a little bit, "Alright then." 

Flipping open the first page, beginning to read. 

"As the wild wind whips threw me, I sit under the ancient bridge letting all the air take a hold of me.

Knowing that each blast of air will heal my broken mortal body. The peace will heal my inner soul.

Feeling the elements on my bare skin, my feet and ankles. Brushing my fingers; shoulders and neck. Playing with the hem of my skirt and catching the hood of my jacket.

All the flowers combining into one sweet smell."
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Leaning against the run down theater, I could still hear the splendid music flowing from the stage.

But that time no longer exists. Going in the condemned building; I walked in and out of the moth hole ridden seats.

So many people having the time of their lives. No matter what your "thing" everyone in my small little town grew up in that theater.

Even myself; hiding within the shadows to stay out of sight. I was the silent writer for our town. I was called The Raven Widow, there were many who wanted to know who I was.

Mr.Fitz the elderly man who owned the theater kept my identity a secret. Being the least likely to have any talent. I walk up to the stage, there was a few of the "Who is the Raven Widow? Posters left.

Sasha? Is that you?

I turn around to see Ashton, the boy I have been crushing on since as long as I could remember.

Um hello Ash, how are you?

Doing fine; how about you Sash?

Doing alright!

What are you doing here?

Just thought I'd pop by... Do some thinking.

You know Sasha I always knew she was you!
Huh?
The Raven Widow, I knew she was you. I was the one who gave her that name. After hearing you read The Raven at the talent show.... And then an Edgar Allan Poe themed play.. I knew she was you.