Happy

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.

 

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Original post: February 7, 2014

 

Like Milk and Cookies

Posted May 6, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

My mommy and I
went to the store
and bought cinnamon bread.
My mommy and I
went home.
When we got home
we ate some cinnamon bread.
My mommy makes me feel
like milk and cookies.

By Charlotte, 1st grade
[photo by nOvk via flickr]

Mom

Posted April 5, 2010 & filed under Poem of the Day.

Originally published on May 5, 2009.

My mom’s voice is like the
sound of rain pelting hard
on the ground. Her hair is
soft like a piece of cotton candy.
Her ears can hear from a
hundred miles. She sees
like a hawk and she looks
like pieces of sand moving
in the desert.
When she yells, it sounds like
a coyote howling in the night.
When she steps on the ground,
it sounds like a giant dog
running toward its owner
faster, faster. When she eats,
I can barely hear her
like a butterfly flying by.

By Lorenzo, 3rd grade
[photo by aimzy via flickr]

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My Mom

Posted May 8, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

Every time my mom comes home,
she gives us a big hug.

When she cooks the tacos, she makes
them just right.

She loves us so much, as much as
100 peanuts or 2,000 fish.

When she smiles, she looks like
an angel.

When she colors, she stays in the
lines and makes the picture so neat.

When she’s finished, she hangs it in
our room so we remember her.

By Amanda, 3rd grade
[photo by sillyishrose via flickr]

All the Things My Mama Does for Me

Posted April 27, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

My mama combs my hair every day
My mama cooks fried chicken for me
My mama gives me a hug when I’m sad
My mama gives me oranges, apples, and grapes
My mama washes my dresses for me
My mama reads books to me at the hospital
My mama colors pictures with me
My mama takes me to the beach
My mama named me China because she thought it was beautiful

By China, 2nd grade
[photo by javanutmom via flickr]

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This 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.

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)