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.