Month: April 2024

The horrible cold
The short days
The bright red cheeks and noses
The white blank snow
The power going out constantly
The biggest jackets you’ve ever seen in your life
The heater always on
The trees as frozen as a ice cube
The colds I always get that make me cough
The icy and dangerous roads
Why not sandy beaches?
Why not the bright blue waves,
Saving me from the sun?
Why not Ice Cream every day?
Why not the pink lemonade,
Fresh as the ice cold pool on a sunny day?
Why not playing with friends in the green grass?
The horrible cold

I love Taylor Swift you love Taylor Swift We all love Taylor swift but Do you think she is a little overrated i have to admit she is pretty cool and great at singing but if someone said’s they don’t like taylor swift Swiftes that what they call taylor swift they will say 1000 reasons why they should like taylor swift or how they are crazy but still i think taylor swift is cool.

In April showers I think of you,
Dewey and doe-eyed and deliriously lavender
Spinning in the street with that loud echoing laugh of yours,
As I stood, getting soaked, a tiny chamomile
In awe of your purple petals

In April showers I think of you,
Wrapping me in your warmest towel as we watched
The clouds unfold into a sky of lavender and apricot,
The colors kissing as I knew we never would,
While you held me.

In April showers I think of you,
My heart as warm as the tea I brew with only you in mind, my dear, a lavender chamomile.
The herbs at the bottom of the mug don’t say that you will be mine,
But they do say I love you.

I am from the red couch in the game room
from the Windex used for cleaning the glass table
and the toy the dog doesn’t even use but leaves it
in the middle of the hallway.

I am from the hardwood floor, carpet, and red doors.
I am from the roses in the backyard.
I remember the oak tree in the front yard
with long limbs as if they were my own.

I am from cutting the Rosca on January 6th
and being nosy. From Mariana and Gustavo Aldama.
I’m from being know it alls to waking up early
and from yelling across the house.

I am from “apúrate” (hurry up) and yelling my name
to tell me that the food is ready.
From the song “Despasito”.
I’m from whoever gets the plastic baby when
they cut the Rosa they have to make tamales.
I’m from Austin, TX, and America and Mexico.
I’m from the conchas and caldo.

From when my cousin and I got
lost and we found each other we finished
an entire funnel cake in two minutes.
From the picture of me and
my sister on my sister’s wall.
I am from the Aldama family.

My parents and I drove through the street,
like an ocean that was smooth and steady.
Then, we went to different places,
like the speed of light. We were hungry.
We found new restaurants that were so good it was as if they were calling our names. We ate smoothies. My smoothie made me feel nice and fluffy inside. One restaurant was a bag of trash. The Customer service was bad. When I asked for mayonnaise they gave me a wrinkly old package of mayonnaise it reminded me of a day-old raisin.

Flowers are blooming
Snow melted and sun came out
Spring is coming soon!

Caterpillars are
Changing into butterflies
Spring is coming soon!

Put away your coats
And change into your short sleeves
Spring is coming soon!

The birds start chirping
Sweet little tunes all day long
Spring is coming soon!

Animals waking
From their long winters slumber
Spring is coming soon!

More sun for our fun
The days are getting longer
Spring is coming soon!

I used to be anxious, but now I am bold.

I used to wake up early, but now I sleep in.

I used to be sad and quiet, but now I am happy.

I used to hang out with my cousin but now she is gone.

I used to play with my brother but now we fight.

I used to play outside but now I’m on my phone.

I used to hate being in my room but now I’m always there.

I used to go to my uncle’s house and play games, but now I don’t.

Itchy, sparkly, flowy, and bright costumes
Loud tapping shoes
Beautiful choreography leaping, rolling, turning, kicking, reaching
Bright hot lights that blind you
The triumph and happiness of getting that trophy working so hard to win
The sadness and down of losing but reminding yourself you gave it your best shot
Wonderful close friends that understand you and are with through it all

Swoosh! My pencil slides along the paper
leaving a beautiful drawing
of a tiny little cottage in the woods
with a nice little fire that’s flaming HOT!
So you better not touch it
Or you’ll get hurt!

And there it goes again
writing sentences, creating drawings
my beautiful pencil, oh I love it so much

My beautiful pencil oh it really is beautiful
Its black with a worn out eraser
It has a sharp tip
but then it gets all worn out
and when it’s all worn out
so dull, so sad
I’ll sharpen it once again
to make it oh so very happy

Slide, Swoosh, Scrape
Scrape, Slide, Swoosh
there it goes
My pencil has made something beautiful
Once again

I used to be kind
To my little brother
But now we always
Get in arguments about
Stupid things.

I used to hold
Him in my arms
When we were little
But now I don’t hold him
At all.

We used to laugh with
Each other now we just laugh
At each other.