Posted April 25, 2014 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Late at night, she sits outside her house,
in her rocking chair,
waiting patiently for me to arrive.

Once I step into her kitchen,
the smell of tacos, pozole, and tortillas
fills my nostrils
and when the food is finally done,
everyone gathers around the table,
but we must squeeze in,
for our family is very, very big.

Then, late at night, she always stays up late
to make some tamales.
She mixes the flour, meat, and water
between her soft, wrinkly hands.

Early in the morning, she wakes everyone up
with the delicious aroma of her tamales.
Once everyone is up
and out of their beds,
we go devour those delicious, soft, scrumptious tamales
that make my mouth water
just thinking about them.

In the evening, after having dinner,
we all help her clean up,
and once we’re finished,
she gathers everyone out to the porch.

As we watch the sun set,
and hear the frogs ribbit,
and grasshoppers chirp,
we enjoy the comfort and company
my grandma give us.

by Rosario, 7th Grade


Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Grant Cambon, a 7th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston. The background music is “I Have A Dream” from Best Songs of Abba on Spanish Guitar, by The Harmony Group. Produced by Susan Phillips.

This poem is featured as part of the 2014 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.



Original post: February 7, 2014


As a Matter of Fact

Posted June 20, 2012 & filed under Notebook.

(Inspired by Dr. Seuss)

As a matter of fact

I usually have tact

But today’s not the day

to pretend or to play

I’ll yell like a bell

I’ll shout and I’ll pout

I have to be me

as free as can be

So don’t hold me down

And don’t make me frown

Just let me be me

And we’ll all be happy!

By Jamalique, 9th grade

To Happiness

Posted March 7, 2012 & filed under Notebook.


On the way to Mexico

I dreamed that I was in a maze

wandering in the mountains

falling into dark leaves

and fields of flowers

A sadness came into me

It felt like fog

But on the tips of my fingers

I felt a pink butterfly

I glided toward the stars

Where I found a window

To happiness.

By Maritza, 12th grade

Dream of a Happy Place

Posted November 15, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

It is not a thing of the past.

This place exists.

You can see it, feel it.

Paradise is forever.

Ready, set, indulge.

Live for greatness.

Give the world life.

by Aryanna, 5th grade


Posted August 12, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

When I wake up on Friday morning

there’s a dance in my step

cuz I know it’s almost the weekend

and I’m really full of pep

I run out of the front door

and all the way to school

not thinking of my homework

just feeling really cool

I hope you woke up happy

but in case you don’t feel gay

Just remember that it’s Friday

and I know you’ll be okay!

By Kathy, age 11