El mar inclinando en los ojos de mi mamá
Los ojos de mi mamá son azul como el agua.
Las olas son como la felicidad de ella.
La corriente es como su enojo.
Las rocas son la soledad.
My mother’s eyes are blue like the water.
The waves are her joy.
The current is her anger.
And the rocks are her solitude.
by Liliana, 2nd grade
Photo by BN catchesthelight via Flickr
Oh mom, without you,
I wouldn’t be able to get food.
I also wouldn’t have anyone
to play with.
I wouldn’t even have my birthday.
Oh mom, how wonderful you are.
You are a wizard in the kitchen.
You are a great reader.
You cook me food.
You play with me,
you take care of me.
By Reeti, 2nd grade
[photo by mccluskey via flickr]
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
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]