Everything You See

Posted March 19, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

Talk to the fire

And kiss the child

With happiness.

Everything you see

is an angel around you.

By Abygail, 2nd grade

Midnight Flight

Posted February 2, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

I bathe in the luminous starlight

Cleansing my soul of the dried tears of yesterday

My fears and pains are washed clear away

Into the deep night.

Pure moonlight paints my wings

The deep black of slumber forgotten

As I soar ever higher, in joyous flight besotten

Into this tranquil world devoid of earthly things.

By Jessica, 8th grade
Photo by charbel.akhras via Flickr

Someone I Love

Posted April 14, 2008 & filed under Poem of the Day.

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My mother talks like an angel.
My mother is the one who makes me food every day,
who gives me a kiss at night
and energy every day.
My mother is the one who paints
and draws with me in the morning,
the person who is always happy
when I have hundreds,
the one who says to me in Spanish
you are my treasure chest
and the person who asks me how was your day?
My mom is a person who has very long hair
like the tail of a pony,
and a person who likes to wear earrings and pink shirts.
My mom is the person who has the prettiest eyes
on the planet,
the person who goes to church and sings,
that’s the person I care about and love;
that’s my cool mom.

By Irma, age 9

(photo by Mngl via flickr)