We stand in the old kitchen On the white rustic floors With cloth draped over the table My tiny hands are ready She gets the flour As I stretch to get eggs At the back of the fridge My fingers slip She saves it from behind We laugh We lower the mixer Add the ingredients I scoop a bit of batter into my mouth She sees me but pretends not to notice It makes me feel warm inside Baking bread with Nana I wait for the loaf to rise We talk about things that we love together Sports, food, and just life The aroma of the perfect bakery fills the room As I embrace the smell And know it was made with love Jordan Guberman, 12Winnipeg, Manitoba,Canada
Poetry-Friends-and-Family
Coming Home
We go to the airport looking for him The day he got back from that God Awful Place I see people most of them soldiers talking and crying but none of them him Finally I stop I see green and brown I see him smile He puts out his arms Then I knew This was my dad This was my dad Back from Iraq Andrew Eisenbrown, 12Omaha, Nebraska
Loving You from Far Away
Passing on As I look up, you look down, but our love still shines bright As it meets in one place From there it lights up the night sky Moonlit love Moving As the night chirps I send my love to you For you also used to hear this jolly nighttime song But now I listen alone You, very far away. Still they bring back happy memories Crickets singing down memory lane Away at school Every day I miss your happy laugh Every night I fell asleep to your gentle snore Not tonight When I look at Orion and the dippers big and small, I love you even more The way you listen to my stories I think about that And I know I finally feel close even though we are far apart Memories shine bright through the stars Julia Caggiano, 10Rockaway Township,New Jersey
