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

 
  Confession Tuesday
     "Who made you in
     charge of my Life"                  
 

                     I'm so tired of people who think they rule every one's life! There's several people that I know that  just think if they say "I want this to stop now," that the whole world will stop and worship the ground they walk on. But news flash, no one does that. They think so much of themselves, they think there better than everyone else, but truthfully there just other people.

                   One girl that I used to know was (unfortunately) in charge of a group of people, and I was in that group. She was exactly the kind of person who I described in the first paragraph. She was so bossy telling us what to do, and every tiny thing we did wrong, she yelled at us like we just caused the world's population to explode. If we didn't listen to her, she would go on a tirade, telling us how she's in charge and how it's such an honor, and how if we don't listen to her we will make the world's population explode. The point of the group was to have fun, but we did more arguing with that girl then have fun.

                 I always try to steer clear of those people but recently they've been coming to me instead. I'm sure I'm not the only person that dislikes these people's personalities, but for now we really can't do anything. This confession is about me disliking certain people.



PRESCHOOL DAYS

      Before we graduated from preschool we had to have this whole ceremony. In the ceremony we sang songs about our preschool days and we say bye to our friends and teachers. We had to stand on some bleachers on the stage, and to do that we had to get in alphabetical order. I hated alphabetical order so much, because every time we went in that order I get placed right next to these two boys who honestly were really annoying.
          They were always bugging me by pulling my hair, calling me these strange names that made no sense, and they were constantly poking me on my arm. They haunted me every time someone said alphabetical order.
            We practiced many times for the ceremony,  but the last dress rehearsal we had they sang off key and as loud as possible. And since they love to bug me, they came really close and sang right in my ears. They impelled me to scream and fall to the ground. For some weird reason the teacher got mad at me. Usually she was an affable person, but today she was irascible. I told her I would apologize but she wasn't done with me yet. She was on an interminable tirade. I still abhor those two guys for getting me in trouble, and unfortunately in a tremulous voice I had to apologize.

You Are And Always will Be...

POETRY FRIDAY

You Are And Always will Be...

The person I admire,

So strong, So brave.

When I was little

you were my-

superman. You were so heroic

you saved me.

Everything you did

made me love you more and more.

You are the most kindest

giving man I know.

So strong, So brave.

When the neighbors house

went up in flames.

Everyone saw you running

towards the house with a hose.

But I, I looked up and saw

saw a hero risking his life for a family

he barely knew.

He was my hero.

But you passed the boundaries

of bravery and stupidity.

Bravery is when you saved

the family.

Stupidity is what you did recently

that could've cost you your life.

I know you didn't want help,

but you needed it.

You never have to mask

your pain with bravery for me.

But now, now it's fatal.

I can't imagine my superman

on a hospital bed...dying.

It's unreal, untruthful, unimaginable.

So strong, So brave

you survived the surgery.

But the superman I knew

that ran at six A.M.,

down a mountain,

selling and feeding animals, is

still in you, yes,

but now,

now you aren't running down the mountain,

instead you're rolling down

on your wheel chair.