The Wildlife Is My Mother

Posted February 18, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

When I am bored, she sends cheetahs

so we can race.

When I am cold,

she wraps me all around with vines and leaves.

Whenever I am hungry,

she drops apples all around me,

or when I’m injured,

she grows medical herbs to heal me.

When I want to get refreshed,

she uses her long leaves and flaps them back and forth.

The wildlife is my mother,

my beautiful mother.

By Alexandro, 4th grade

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]

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.

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.

El océano es mi mamá (The Ocean is My Mom)

Posted April 7, 2009 & filed under Poem of the Day.

El océano es mi mamá.
Le digo –dame de comer pez gato!-
Le digo –asústame!- y cuando estoy caminando
Me avienta unas olas que me lastiman y unos
Tiburoncitos chiquitos.
Le digo hazme guapo y me viste con conchas,
alga marinas, estrellas de mar, y perlas brillantes.
Mi mamá es el océano
Con la arena me abraza,
Con el agua me acaricia,
Y con el aire me da un beso.

 

Translation:

The ocean is my mom.
I say to her, “Give me catfish to eat!”
I say, “Scare me”
And when I’m walking
She throws big waves and tiny sharks at
Me that hurt me.
I tell her, “Make me look handsome”
And she dresses me with sea shells,
Seaweeds, star fish, and shiny pearls.
My mom is the ocean,
With the sand she hugs me,
With the water she caresses me,
And with the air she kisses me.

By Fernando, 1st grade

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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)