Category: 06th

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

 

Opening the package makes you so tired
making you feel like you were fired
putting it on the pan
looking like you have no plan

You put on the oven mitt
making sure it’ll fit
but being so hungry
it makes the horrible weather outside sunny

You hear the timer ring and you run downstairs
like you’re flying through the air
you sit down ready to eat
then you see the hot, smoking, and juicy meat

Then you chomp down to eat, the feel of the hot pizza and its softness on your teeth
The chunkiness underneath your tongue

Then you look down at your empty plate
thinking of the great meal you ate
Then you think back on how it all started.

 

I am from Austin Swim Club kick boards,

And riding boots caked with mud.

From delicious homemade pizza

And following Whole 30 diets.

 

I’m from a large roomy place with a

blue, horse bedroom of my own.

 

I am from reading horse books in my bed,

And knitting bunnies with Grandma May.

From always drinking out of the sink faucet,

And wearing long brown ponytails.

 

I’m from dinosaur eggs to dinosaur bones,

And watching fireworks on Independence Day.

From beautiful sunsets on Bethany Beach,

And a lovely stroll in Central Park.

 

I am from planting lilacs in the garden,

And picking out pansies at the store.

From Tiernan, the Irish men,

And May the mighty.

 

I’m from the smoky smells of New York City,

And scones freshly baking in the oven.

From a fresh pot of tea,

And a New York bagel with oodles of cream cheese.

 

I am from ‘You can never have too many horses,’

And ‘Wind in my hair, don’t care.’

From ‘Wings of Fire’

And ‘Pegasus’ by Kate O’Hearn

 

I’m from Friesian Stallions,

And golden doodle puppy dogs.

From everything I love,

And all my life I’ve yet to live.

The summer sun

against your face, The winter

breeze against your feet, The falling

colors shining brightly in your eyes, The

Spring flowers dancing around you, The sudden

appearance of the moon makes you sleepy, The

howling wolves are growing nearer, Something is

watching you from the shadows, But nothing

seems to be there, Where are you,

Where am I, Find me if

you can.

As lovely as a gunshot.
As beautiful as blood.
As dull as a shiny bullet.
As precious as screams of pain.
As happy as a soldier missing his family.
I Love War!