My grandma,
A woman who brings light to the darkest places,
who brings smiles to the saddest faces,
and when she holds you in her arms,
warm and tight!
she covers you in a blanket of golden light,
a thick blanket of love,
you know that granny’s there
and there are stars above.
If you asked me
“What’s your special day?”
I would turn, look at you,
And then
I would say:
“It could be the 4th of July,
The day that Jesus bled and died.
When World War 2 was put to an end,
The day I met my best friend.
When I was born,
as small as a fist,
When I stole Haribo,
(I couldn’t resist!)”
Any day can be a special day
To one person or another.
One of my very special days
Is the day I wrote this Poem!
Winner. Well done!
11:00 in the morning I woke up,
Parents at the computer, searching for places,
Confused, I asked, “What’s up?”
Before realizing it was my birthday
Having just entered my double digits, I grinned
“I’m a big girl now,” I proudly told my brother,
who’d entered into the club a year before.
It was sunny and there was no wind,
A perfect day to enjoy my special day.
1:30 in the afternoon, happily drawing besides my brother,
Felt a train’s rumble,
Thought it was a bother.
My brother laughed and said, “Trains are so loud…”
Then we remembered no trains were around.
A seconds hesitation, and a scream from my mom
The rumble wasn’t from a train…it was from the ground!
My first earthquake on my birthday,
A mystery that made me cry.
Yet, looking back at it now,
it certainly was a very special day.
Winner. Well done!
The day we walked to the pond was
hot and humid
and so sticky
the air so dense of moisture,
that it was almost hard to
breathe.
We had a can of wriggling worms and
a long fishing pole with seemingly
endless wire, and we wound that wire
round and round
and we attached the sharp hook before sinking
the line in into the lake.
The first fish I ever caught was decently large,
7 inches in length.
We watched it wriggle around
on the hook before we
wrangled it back into the water.
Hands of sweat and pond water,
I had truly done something myself.
Winner. Well done!
At last he came home
I missed you so much
Mummy, is he okay now?
Alex has Down’s Syndrome
It’s okay with me because he’s my little man
He’s handsome as can be
I wish he can play with me
I am as happy as can be
I love you Alexander
You do for me.
You’re a winner. Well done!
A small girl of three
Fear creeps in me as I look ahead
A building stands tall and bold just there
As I go up the front steps,
The excitement of the children
Creeps me out
Teachers seem to be too strict
And I notice that it’s neat and tidy all around
Suddenly someone taps gently on my shoulder
It’s my class teacher, I see
My heart thumps with fear
And a scared look appears on my face
But her kind face and gentle words
Wipe away all my fears
Slowly, I tell her my name
And before I know,
A story’s been told
She smiles a beautiful smile
Then leads the way kindly to the classroom …
I must admit
My very first day at school
Was very nice indeed
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Dad said there were bats in the attic.
We dug a hole to China at the top of the hill.
But if we had dug a hole through the center of the Earth,
we’d have popped up through the Pacific Ocean.
Grandma’s bed was always made
with a dusty pink and yellow afghan
that smelled like Easter Sunday
and was faded where the sun shone through
the ice-crystalline window.
Beneath the bed were cans of green beans
and jars labeled “Peaches – 2000” in a loopy scrawl of permanent marker on the lid.
There were yellow sparkles in the linoleum bathroom floor and
The bathroom counter was always covered in mud and sugary slush,
the heating ducts surrounded by wet boots and
tiny, shivering bodies.
If you looked up on a sunny January day, you
would see the sun pass through the aspens and ponderosas
like a New Mexican Narnia.
My mom had just found me from my
hiding place in the synthetic ivy-covered cabinet
when Grandma presented a lavender corduroy jumper
with a daisy embroidered on the bottom left-hand corner.
The buttons the same metallic temperature
As my great-grandmother’s alabaster hands
The color the same as the book of fairytales
I was given on my eighth birthday.
The one with the story about a girl who
refused to turn into seafoam
Competition Winner. Well done!
my cousins had to move away
I’m so sad
so sad,
that’s all I have to say.
I really like this poem. Well done! You’re a runner-up. But no prize I’m afraid. RS
Today’s the day I found my boy
He then became my pride and joy
We had then found our own black beauty
He was such a little cutie
From the day I sat upon his back
We galloped along the rising track
He and I got into a groove
But from that day I had to move
When I let him go
I thought to myself – No, no, no
From the day we were apart
He would always be set in my heart
To my favourite little boy , Eddie
Excellent poem and a runner-up. Well done! RS
First day at school
I can’t find the swimming pool
Is it time for geography yet?
Will I be up into the starter set?
Are there any friends around ??
If this is the drama studio, where is the sound?
In a paragraph do you leave a gap?
Is there a schedule or even a map?
Is it punishment or is it detention?
Oh how, oh how
Am I supposed to pay any attention?
Excellent poem and a runner-up. Well done! RS