Dear Tristan

Posted December 3, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

Clouds

I am just sitting here on the slide
watching the clouds pass by,
thinking of you. I miss your vibrant
colored shoes. I miss how your elegant
voice said to me, “I love you.”
I miss your brown glossy eyes. I miss
your loose bangs. I miss how you kept me
from danger. I miss how you looked at me
whenever you were mad. You were always
taller than me, like mom and dad.
You are like a dress in a one-of-a-kind store.
If you were here, I would be much happier.

by Sabrina, 3rd grade

Dear Joseph

Posted April 7, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on August 14, 2009.

I’m sitting here, right now,
my belly full of cookies,
my raincoat hung on the hook.
The rain is pouring down outside,
but I still think wistfully of today.
Earlier, we ate our breakfast
and headed out into the village.
Children laughed, people ran,
and the storefronts seemed to shine.
Ice cream clutched in waffle cones,
our coats zipped up against the chill,
we navigated the busy village streets.
We took the cable car up the mountain
where the beauty makes
you want to sing.

 

By Amelia, 5th grade
[photo by geoftheref via flickr]

apad2This poem is featured as part of the 2009 A Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by WITS that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click on the logo to the left to learn more.