Category: 06th

The family house

My family are all connected like a tall strong, firm, standing house
We all help around the house
My dad is the strong, supporting foundation and he supports the family
My mom is the protective roof and she protects us from the objects flying outside
My sister is the looking window and she helps us look outside at the small world
My brother are the tall walls supporting the roof and he helps support my mom with smiles and laughs

Where I’m From

Where I’m From
I am from putting away laundry and cleaning my room
From Nike and Adidas
I’m from the rocky road and the red brick two story house
From soaring trees as tall as the eye can see
From the road seeming like a never ending trail,that no one knows when it will end

I am from the fresh smelling flowers and trees blowing in the breeze in my front yard
From the old wood underneath my bed that used to be my crib
I am from waking up on Christmas morning, and opening up mounds and mounds of gifts

And from long, shiny, straight brown hair that covers my shoulders or is held high in a pony tail
From Jennifer Cantu’ and Gregorio Cantu’ saying “Your smile is as bright as a ray of sunshine”

I’m from friends who are a treasure
From the nice dinners and the cracking of a joke
I am from “work hard” and “calm down”
From “Actions speak louder than words’’ and “Blessing in disguise”
I’m from crosses around my family members necks and the prayers for God to watch over us

I’m from Austin,Tejas
From chicken enchiladas as my favorite dish
From sweet, crunchy, chocolate chip covered, creamy cannolis
From the crack of dawn soccer games to mid afternoon basketball games

From the aunts and uncles who fought for our country
From the hearts of wisdom
I’m from the refrigerator magnets, walls and shelves hanging with photographs that frame our loved ones and special memories

At night

At night I lay down in my bed, with my fairy lights behind me.

Looking in front of me is picture of a tree,

Thinking about what is going to happen to me in the future,

Trying not to call myself a loser

Hiding under my covers scared what is outside of my blanket

Trying to think of something else, like me playing basketball, making a basket

Taking a breath when I get out of my covers and looking at the time

Counting how many hours of sleep I will get and saying I am fine

Remembering that it is a school day tomorrow and close my eyes

I hear this voice that is saying my name so I get up and see my mom saying get up and eat some fries.

Family = Meal

My family is a meal.
My mom is the rice, she keeps us on the right path.
My brother is the veggie, he is good but kids don’t like him.
I am the meat dish, the one that most people would love.
My cousins are the curry, they spice everything up.
My family is a meal. Sometimes we taste delicious, other times we taste bland, but we always enjoy being together.

Joy and Sadness

If Joy were a color
It would be a vibrant golden yellow
As bright as a sunrise

If Joy were a taste
It would be like a perfectly ripe piece of apple
Never too bitter or too sweet

If Joy were a sound
It would be a uplifting song
With laughter sweet as a sunday church chorus

You can’t feel Joy without Sadness

If Sadness were a color
It would be a deep inky blue
As vast as a great ocean at dusk

If Sadness were a taste
It would be as dry as crumbling ash
And be as bitterly salty as falling tears

If Sadness were a sound
It would be as heartbreaking as a final goodbye to the ones you love
Facing the fact that you’ll never be able to see them again

The greater the painful regret and Sadness you experience in life
The greater the Joy you have left to gain

So open yourself and embrace both Joy and Sadness
Though the dark pain of Sadness may never seem to end
Know that without Sadness there is no Joy

Never forget that even though life has many twists
Just live it to the fullest with those you love and everything in between