I published this poem in my school's literary magazine last spring. I wanted to share it here because I think a lot of people who use this website may be able to relate to it.

"The Artist and the Friend"
by Jacqueline Tetrault

I hear the scratch of pencil on paper
and know she is busy writing.

I hear the pop of bubble gum
and know she is busy thinking.

I hear the squirt of paint from tubes
and know she is busy creating.

I hear syncopated rhythms and a tune being hummed
and know she is busy composing.

I hear the whisper of paper pages
and know she is busy imagining.

I hear the door slam open and closed
and know she is busy living.

I hear her laughing and crying
and know she is busy loving.