Author: YhairQ

Home.
A house.
A house where
I’m greeted at the
Door by a
Wagging tail,and
Jumping paws.
A house called home.

 

A great soaring metal, lifting you cutting through the sky, flying past birds, outrunning everything.

its a plane XD

 

Mom- The stem, she helps us stay on track to get where we need to go in life

Dad- The outside banana, he protects us from harm and keeps us safe

Me- The inside banana, because I’m the youngest one in the family

Gail- The other inside banana, because she is easily harmed so she stays safe

Adam- The outside banana, because he comforts us, does games with us and brings us places we want to go

 

Dad—the tallest finger, middle.
Tall and handy,
Smart and strong.
He’s the one who deals with misbehavior.
Maybe one day I’ll be a scientist like him.

Mom—the ring finger.
Kind and helpful,
Caring, works hard.
She’s the one who never misses a school event.
Always there to make a bad day better.

Me—the pointer finger.
Smart and talented,
Awesome but blamy.
When I fight with the Pinky,
I’m like, “HE STARTED IT!”

Luca—the smallest finger, the pinky.
Funny and sensitive,
Impressionable and inquisitive.
He’s the one that always knocks on my door.
When we fight, he yells “IT’S HIS FAULT!”

Kie-Kie—the cat, the thumb.
Fluffy and feisty,
Shy and sweet.
She’s the one who sleeps all day in our rooms.
Purring, playing, cuddling too.

Gonzalez, the hand.
ALL OF US!

 

I am from color pencils
From markers
And journals full of pictures

I am from 4 rooms and nice friends

I am from cooking meals
From marking the walls with heights
And sinking under the soft blankets after a long day

I am from the trees I climbed
And the plants I grew

I am from going swimming on my birthday
And growing tall
From my amazing mom and beautiful sister

I am from crossing legs and chewing on thing I’m not supposed to

From “Do dishes” and “Sit down”

I am from going to bed and getting up late

I am from stories of my moms childhood

From cake and pie

I am from the soul crunching story of my grandmas stroke

I am from the top of trees,
brownies at Cici’s,
And best friends love.

 

Oh candy, how I love you so,
I see people buying you to and fro,
Your sugar melting in my mouth,
Makes my heart want to run north and south.

Candy chocolates are what I like best,
I’m always up for a little taste test,
And Starbursts, oh those chewy squares,
I love it when I get them in pairs.

Halloween is my favorite day,
You get candy without even having to pay!
I love getting those big Hershey bars,
And I run from house to house as fast as a car!

Surely, candy is what I love best!

 

I am from guitars and drumsticks on the floor and walls, from chocolaty Reece’s Peanut Butter cups and Finder amps in the corners of the rooms.

I am from the white brick red dark draping door the house on the near corner of the street.

I am from music in the living room from doing yo-yo outside and from the fresh smell of the kitchen coming in the house after school.

I am from the garden in the backyard the dark leaves falling from the spiraling trees that stretch to the top of the clouds.

I am from watching Elf every year before Christmas and laughs coming from the playroom from my little sisters and step mom.

I am from the biking dad and joking mom.

From Yes Ma’am and No Sir.

I am from going to the church and praying at night.

I am from German Grandparents from cookies and salad.

From the dad who lived on a big farm.

I am from 6505 Carringon Dr.

 

Cold,
Sweet,
Dripping,
Melting,
In my mouth.
I hear the music,
Saying,
“Ice Cream!
Come get it now!”
ICE CREAM!!!!!

 

I used to be short
But now I have grown
I used to be shy
But now I sit on my thrown

I am what I am