If I Could Fly: Musings on Life

By Raquel Lesser

This is the author's second book of stories and poetry.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477268872

Raquel Lesser

My name is Raquel Lesser. I am sixteen years old. I've always loved to write and this is my second book. My first book is called, A Heart Full of Whiskey, and it was published in winter, 2012. My other hobbies are drawing, painting and hanging out with my friends. Although I've been writing for a while I've been taking summer writing classes including classes at Sarah Lawrence College

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© 2012 by Raquel Lesser. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse 10/03/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-6888-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-6887-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012916840

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Contents

In Alice’s Dream

A Wonder of the World:

Zamia—A Dream?

Who Am I?

Do I Want To Go To College?

The Day My Mom Was Murdered

The Town’s Cat

Mother’s Gone

Helping Others

The World

Dancing Beat

Brianna’s Beer Float

Blinded

Blue

A Creature

Defined

Reinvented minds

Vintage soul

A Beat

Empathy

Feet Hold

Breath

Serene Life

Words

A Person

Blood

Faces

My History

A reflection

Food

Shaded

Time

The Sea

Waves

Memory

When Will I Ever Make My Mark In This World?

You

Condemned

Reach Out

Snow

Little Girl

Look In The Mirror

Lover

Colors Erase The Ignorance

Green Sparks

Cold Like Wind

Stop Discriminating

Pointless Terror

Your Lips

Disgusting

Harry Castro

Work by Shari Spaeth

I’m Coming Home

The Dagger

Dear Past Loved Ones

Whispered Words

Work by Avital Ron

Apologies

Work by Angel Insley

Hum of the Oaks

A Dream From Simpler Times

I dedicate this book to my Parents for being supportive throughout the year.

I acknowledge my Aunt Barbara Martus and Anna Shapiro for editing this anthology. I’d also like to acknowledge Riva Trugman for always supporting me as a writer.

My name is Raquel Lesser. I am sixteen years old. I've always loved to write and this is my second book. My first book is called, A Heart Full of Whiskey, and it was published in winter 2012. My other hobbies are drawing, painting and hanging out with my friends. Although I've been writing for a while I've been taking summer writing classes including classes at Sarah Lawrence College.

In Alice’s Dream

The Wish:

Alice looked down; there she saw nothing but darkness. Then Alice looked behind her: she could see the figure coming closer and closer. She knew she had no choice but to jump. Alice closed her eyes, but it made no difference.

Alice, Alice wake up. She opened her eyes but could not see a thing. Did you have a bad dream again? Alice reached out and touched the face. It was her mom.

Yes, it was the same one as last time, Alice said.

Well, maybe a cup of tea will make you feel better. Here, I’ll help you go downstairs.

Thanks, Mom. What would I do without you? Why can’t I walk down stairs alone the way I used to? Alice wondered.

When Alice was downstairs, her mom led the way to the table. Here you go—why don’t you sit here?

"Thanks, Mom, but I think, next time, you could let me walk myself to the kitchen.’’

Oh, Alice, you know I’m only doing this for your own good. The doctor said I need to keep an eye on you.

Fine! Alice said. I’m sick, I’m blind and now this. What does she want from me?"

What flavor tea do you want: raspberry or lemon?

Raspberry, please . . . Alice said. It took a while but her mom finally finished making the tea.

Here you go, her mom said, putting the tea on the old wooden table. As Alice tried to find the tea her mother screamed, Wait, I forgot something, don’t drink the tea yet. As her mom came towards the table, she dropped something into Alice’s hand. It felt like an oval. It was