I am from the beach in Acapulco
that smells so fresh,
from the ice cream that melts
in the hot, hot sun,
the waves that come and go,
from the sand that people use
to build sandcastles at sunset.
I am from the food cooking
in the warm kitchen,
the barking that my dog does
when he is hungry,
from the cup of water that I drink.
I am from the bread I like to smell,
from the voices of people trying
to talk to each other,
and the bread coming out of the oven.
I’m from my Mom who I touch
so that I will not get lost.
By Maria, 3rd grade
[photo by *Widget* via flickr]
Hi Maria!
I have a series on my blog called Friday Poems and I featured your wonderful poem today. I am a mom, a writer and a photographer.
I think your poem was an absolutely delightful read. The words you chose carried me away to a place in my imagination, I could smell the bread, hear the dog barking and I could even feel my son grabbing my hand.
You have a gift!
As my favorite English professor said to us in college:
“Write on!”
Jessica
I just read this poem on my dear friend’s website, http://www.sweeteventide.com and I wanted to comment here to say what a wonderful poem it is!! Maria, I hope you keep writing poems.
Hi Maria
What a nice poem! You are from so many beautiful places. Have a happy life, and keep on writing your wonderful poems.
Karen in Michigan
My goodness!!!
What a fabulous read on this dreary cool day! I, too, read this poem on Sweeteventide!
Maria, you do have a gift:) and I hope that you continue using it!!
Cherie in Canada