My river begins with hunger.

My mother calls me in my mind.

As I hear her,

hear her,

as she sees me,

I feel that I can touch her

and smell the perfume of her body.

She is a daily memory

as if she passes by me

with her smell of cheetah.

By Kayla, 4th Grade

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Kendall Pickens, a 7th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer and KPFT volunteer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

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