Tag Archives: family

On the Other Side

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          Being on the other side of cancer is easier than being in the middle.  When you’re in the middle, it’s like being at sea and not knowing where you’re going.  Some days were easy, while others were very challenging.  The best parts of being sick were seeing all the friendly nurses and doing art and writing songs.  The worst parts were losing some friends and seeing my mom in so much pain and not being able to see people I loved.  I felt weak and nauseous a lot of the time, but now on the other side, I’ve learned about my self and life.  I know kids can get very sick, I know I can get through tough times, I know that prayer works, and I know that my family will always be there for me.  So, if you are going through hard times, don’t give up hope.  Stay strong.

 By Mary Jo, 11

Capture My Heart

A perfect love was found when you captured my heartIs this the whole picture?
Or is it just the start?
Is this the way you love me?
You’re capturing my heart.

I used to try and walk as one,
but I’ve begun to grow.
When you tell me just to rest,
I’m finally letting go.

I let go,
and I’m here to stay.
I know nothing can separate us;
I know I’m okay.

You cradle me gently,
I know I’m not alone.
Wrapped in your arms,
I’m home.

I’m seeing so much clearer,
looking through your eyes.
I could never find a safer place,
even if I tried.

All the times I’ve needed you,
you’ve never left my side.

I’m here to stay.

By Alyssa, 2nd Grade

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Where I’m From

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I’m from the smell

of strawberry muffins

and blueberry waffles.

I’m from the sound

of the blue waves,

from missing my

cousin’s voice.

I’m from laughter

and every time

we chased him around.

I’m from the sweet

sunshine

that shines so bright.

I’m from Christmas

and nights when we

just have fun.

By Bria, 4th grade

Discounted Tickets for Friends of WITS — 40% Off

Writers in the Schools (WITS) is offering a special discounted ticket to the annual A Celebration of Story gala on November 4th. For a limited time only, the $250 seats are available for $150.  Come meet Jeannette Walls, best-selling author of The Glass Castle, in a rare Houston visit.

Jeannette’s story about  how she survived a dysfunctional upbringing of poverty and abandonment to become an award-winning author has inspired millions of readers to share their own stories about overcoming adversity.

Jeannette’s memoirs, The Glass Castle and Half-Broke Horses, will be on sale courtesy of Brazos Bookstore. Proceeds from the event  will support creative writing programs for under-served children.  Purchase your ticket today by clicking here or call 713-523-3877.

Critics have called Jeannette Walls’ memoir, The Glass Castle, “spectacular,” “extraordinary,” “incredible,” and “riveting.” It has been a New York Times best-seller for more than three years, has sold more than two million copies, been translated into 16 languages, and is being made into a movie by Paramount. Read more

WITS has been engaging students in the pleasure and power of reading and writing since 1983. Thank you for helping us to bring the joy of writing to the children who need it most.

Abuelo

 

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Well, here I am drunk in my thoughts .

I’ve been searching for you far and near.

Remembering the times you enchanted my mind with stories of your mountains, ranch, beasts, and breathing free air.

I’ve come to the ranch seeking council and comfort reviewing intimate events in my life.

Here I stand remembering your stories, living, drinking, and breathing the free air.

As I stand my ground firmly on the mountain, it whispers to me “Where is your Abuelo? Is he near?”

All I can do is shed a tear and whisper back, “He’s sleeping and he’s found an eternal peace.”

Since your timid good-bye you left me lost and searching for an idol.  Since then I don’t know the meaning of peace.

I seek it now in a young woman named Vickie; she’s accepted me in her life, and she’s taking good care of me.

Do you know I’ve found true happiness in this young woman? Do you realize I’m starting my life?

Abuelo, do you feel me? Do you watch over me? Do you hear when I pray for you?

Do you realize I’ll keep asking these questions until the day I meet up with you?

I hope you know I still miss you, and I’m still recovering from your loss.

Have you taken a look at the family lately; the struggle goes on and on.

Look over the ranch and mountains, Abuelo, for they will forever mourn their king’s loss.

Remember this nieto in your prayers, Abuelo, he loves you and keeps you in his heart.

By Chris, 12th Grade

The Lost Giraffe

 

Angolan Giraffe close to Namutoni, Etosha, Nam...

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On a sunny savannah land,
A giraffe has a friend,
One big fat hippo,
Both sit down in the sun that glows.

Exhausted and tired, from playing all around,
The giraffe stands up and hears a soft sound,
It goes to the jungle, and into the trees,
And now the giraffe must leave to see.

He follows the sound,
And looks all around,
But now, uh oh, he’s lost in the trees,
Now in the jungle; it’s too dark to see.

The lost giraffe must find his way out,
But first he must know what the sound is about,
He looks high and low, but no luck here,
The sound, hooray! It’s back in his ear!

Now the lost giraffe knows, the sound is a hiss!
He might have had an idea of what it is,
A slithery figure comes at his feet,
The lost giraffe sees he has to flee.

After realizing he’s gone,
The big hippo knows something’s wrong,
For the giraffe is missing,
Because he had heard the hissing.

The hippo told the giraffe’s parents,
And they stopped running their errands,
They can’t find him, oh how sad can they be,
The giraffe was missing, and nowhere to be seen.

The lost giraffe ran with all his might,
But now, hoorah!  He sees a dim light,
The lost giraffe is happy again,
He thinks, he will, he knows, he can!

The lost giraffe saw his home,
And saw his father, who had let out a groan,
The lost giraffe was lost no more,
He let out a mighty, happy roar.

The found giraffe had a party in his savannah,
There were lots of balloons and a big piñata,
The found giraffe was very happy,
He had lots of fun with his friends and family.

By Alejandro, 5th Grade

Mi Caja del Bien y del Mal – My Box of Good and Evil

Por favor dime dónde está la risa.
Dime dónde está la alegría.
Dime dónde está la dulzura.
Dime dónde está el poder.
Dime dónde está la fuerza.
Dime dónde está la protección.
Dime dónde está mi familia.
Dime dónde está la abundancia.
Dime dónde está la felicidad.
Dime dónde está la gente.
Dime dónde está la grandeza.

~

My Box of Good and Evil Box (Translation)

Please tell me where is the laughter.
Tell me where is happiness.
Tell me where is sweetness.
Tell me where is power.
Tell me where is strength.
Tell me where is protection.
Tell me where is my family.
Tell me where is abundance.
Tell me where are the people.
Tell me where is greatness.

By Alondra, 2nd grade

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My Garden

My mom told me to plant a story, so I took my pencil
shovel and planted her past. I planted my mom and my
uncle as kids. My uncle Joe would always get into
trouble. My mom would too, because my uncle played
marbles with his friends, and my mom would whine
because she wanted to play. So my uncle would have to
take care of her everywhere they went or he would get
in trouble. I took my pencil shovel and I planted my
mom as a kid, and she was happy to remember.

By David, 3rd grade

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Grandparents

The Mexican Hat Dance

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I have never met my grandparents before, but my mom told me about them. She told me that my grandpa got milk from the cow and made it into cheese then sold it. She told me that they had lots of animals, like cows, pigs, horses, dogs, sheep, and goats. When my mom was little, my grandpa gave her a horse for her birthday. Her name was Star. My mom told me once there was a fox that was trying to get in the chicken pen and eat a chicken, but my grandpa saw it and scared it away. My mom looked in our closet to find a picture of Mexico that they took with the animals and my grandparents and my mom when she was little. First I saw a picture of a pig named Gordita, and she had piglets that he sold. Whenever there were baby chicks, cows, horses or goats, my grandpa would sell them. My grandma took a picture of the dog playing with the chicken. There was some stuff in the box with the pictures. There was a sombrero and a little statue of a Chihuahua dancing the Mexican hat dance. She put the box away and started thinking about going to Mexico. It’s a gateway to a lifetime.

by Christian, 4th grade

My Father is Like a Tulip

Mi papá es como un tulipán

Mi papá es un hombre cariñoso.
Tiene mucha amistad con mi mamá
Y le tiene mucho amor y amistad a todos.
El nos quiere mucho.
El es como un tulipán
que nos da mucho cariño,
que nos da mucho amor
y mucha amistad.
El quiere mucho a mi mamá.
A veces le ayuda a lavar los trastes.
Mi papá es como un tulipán que tiene mucha amistad.

~

My Father is Like a Tulip

My father is a loving man.
He shows much kindness to my mother.
And he shows much kindness and love to all.
He loves us very much.
He is like a tulip
that shows us all kindness,
that shows us all love
and friendship.
He loves my mother very much.
Sometimes, he helps her wash the dishes.
My father is like a tulip, full of kindness.

By Paulina, 3rd grade

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Metáforas familiares ~ Family Metaphors


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Mi papá Juan es el rey de la casa.
Mi hermano Brandon es un buho en la noche, nunca se quiere dormir.
Mi hermano Emanuel es una abeja, le encantan los dulces.
Mi papá Juan es un gallo porque se levanta temprano.
Mi prima es una gallina, siempre se asusta y llora.
Mi tío es una hormiga, trabaja todo el tiempo.
Mi hermano es una tortuga cuando se baña.
Mi primo Orlando es un ogro cuando se enoja.

My father Juan is the king of the house.
My brother Brandon is an owl at night, he never wants to sleep.
My brother Emanuel is a bee, he loves sweets.
My father is a rooster because he always wakes up early
My cousin is a chicken, she is always afraid and cries.
My uncle is an ant, he works all the time.
My brother is a turtle when he bathes.
My cousin Orlando is an ogre when he gets mad.

By Luis Flores, 3rd grade

Jazz and Poetry on June 4th

Dacamera of Houston presents Jazz and Poetry featuring the Sam Dinkins III Quartet Wednesday, June 4, 2008 at 5:30 PM at the Houston Public Central Library.

Jazz drummer, bandleader and music educator Sam Dinkins III is a local legend.  He has worked with major artists such as Aretha Franklin, the queen of soul. He has received several awards and prestigious grants for his successful educational programs for inner-city youth.  He is the founder and director of the Dinky Drum Company, where children and adults learn about percussion through private and group instruction as well as performances and clinics.

Who: Jazz drummer Sam Dinkins III with his quartet

What: Jazz and Poetry

When: Wednesday, June 4, 2008 at 5:30 PM

Where: Houston Public Central Library, 500 McKinney, 77002

Why: To celebrate the grand re-opening of the Houston Public Library summer reading program.