April 2002 Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

She left me so quick, I didn't even say goodbye,
I was so confused, on that April night.

I remember coming home from boarding school,
With a mission to annoy you and get on your nerves,
It started with messing with your stuff, and jumping on your bed
And have you chase me around, while I sped off with your diary
Oh, wasn't I quite the brat?

But I'd tell you countless stories, the adventures of E
Forever getting in trouble at school and getting into fights,
Being first in the running team and my hatred for French class.
and then there was English class, I would be in the library writing instead

I said one day I will be an explorer,
For the earth needs me to find it so I can see all its beauty,
The depth of the sea is waiting to be part of the adventure.
I will be a writer with a cute pair of writing boots,
I will write about my journey until I am old and grey.

But moments before you breathed your last,
I could see you see me, you always saw my heart,
You always saw me as me.

Here I am today, not yet the explorer
A writer from time to time without the writing boots
I am writing to you, to say I miss you
i have missed you since and even more today