Just the Little Things

Just the Little Things

I only remember

the little things

you did, do, and say.

Not your looks or your house,

but your humor and laugh,

and serene voice.

I remember waking up

one day and seeing you

on our couch instead of our

pregnant mother.

You embarked us on

a trip. When my mom was gone.

Even though I was filled with worry

you kept me calm.

You never rankled me,

you were always supporting and loving.

You never rebuked me, You told me

I was perfect. You were

conscientious, never told a lie.

Then-

we moved.

Then-

we left you

behind.

I had an inkling I would never

see you again.

Hoping I was wrong.

Just Hoping.

Five years later,

I see you, a complete stranger.

Till' I hear your voice.

Then-

memories flood back.

I only remembered the little things.

Your serene voice.

The way you never were

lackadaisical.

The way you showed us to put ketchup

on the side.

The way you showed us the proper

way to pet a cat.

Just the little things.

Holden Copperfield

Holden Copperfield

Holden Cooperfield-

a loner, a nutcase,

a bad student.

Standing on a hill

next to a war cannon.

Snowing making Holden freeze.

Watching the game from a perfect

view.

Watching,

Wandering,

Waiting,

for a good-bye.

His teacher, lousy for

flunking him.

Holden shoots the bull.

Saying He's as dumb

 as a rock, a moron.

Despises people

 with money to death.

Immature.

Compulsive Liar.

Holden Cooperfield-

a green monster, a little boy,

Untrustworthy.

Failing every class but

English. Loves to read.

Is there more to him?

Getting Expelled from four

schools.

Book Review of Anne Frank: Diary of A Young girl

Book Review

Anne Frank: Diary of a Young Girl

Paola Rivera

          Anne Frank was a young Jewish girl living during the time of war, prejudice, genocide, and fear. During World War II, millions of Jews were killed and thousands hid behind the shadows of hatred. Anne and her family were forced into hiding with four other people, including The Van Daan’s family and Mr. Dussel, while the Nazis attacked their home country. While the world was changing around Anne in those depressing, long two years that they were in hiding, Anne writes in her diary that she received for her birthday. Little did Anne and her family know that almost 70 years after the diary was first given to Anne, their story would still be read all over the world.  

         Anne Frank, the author and the protagonist of Anne Frank: Diary of A Young Girl starts to write her story on June 14, 1942, two days after her birthday. She confides in her diary and it is her best friend throughout those two years. Every thought, feeling, shiver, and tear that any of the seven people hiding with Anne has ever went through, was written in Anne’s diary.

         Anne is an amazing writer, her story moves you, she shows lots of imagery, which makes you feel like it’s 1942 and you are right next to Anne hiding. Anne is a well-educated, caring, kind, and sassy young girl. And while she writes in her diary, you can tell how much she’s growing up. She goes from being a careless thirteen year-old girl, to a caring more knowledgeable-about-the-world 15 year old young women.

          Even after her diary entries have stopped, her story stays in your mind. It’s a lingering, well-written, exciting, epistolary novel and great for young adolescents, because you will always be wondering what mysteries await you on the next page. Anne writes with passion, she never writes just to write, she writes because she loves it and that’s what makes it an excellent reading selection.

  

      

Poetry Friday

My Father...

is the leader,
the boss, the chief.
The silver back of the apes.

My father is the storm
the boom, the crash
the one that makes us scream. My father-

the doctor who
gives you the shot
but not the lolipop,
if you don't cry.

My father is the clouds
that darkens the day.
My father is
the hail that breaks
the window glass.

My father, the book
that can't be read.
The melody in
your head.
The picture without
the color.
The Artic missing
the ice.

Because of him
I'm always looking down,
keeping quiet and listening for orders.
Because of him I know the meaning of fear.

Because of him
I know how to catch
a ball, fix a bike, change
the car's oil.
Because of him,
I hug him at night
and don't let go.

                -Paola C. Rivera