To read a book is to enchant your imagination
To read a book is to believe that anything is possible
To read a book is to never, ever want to put it down
To read a book is to dive into a world filled with magic
Second Home
I rap my knuckles on the red oak door,
and I am greeted with the familiar barking. Then, a wail emerges from one of the babies, I can’t tell which, and there is the thump of someone jumping down the stairs. The door flies open and behind my best friend I see the small, round face of a baby. “Hi, Kiey!” she says. I grin and step through the door.
Nothing is softer
Than a mother holding her child
Nothing is harder
Than a mother fighting with her child
Nothing is scarier
Than a mother who must fight for
her child
Nothing is stronger
Than a mother’s love for her child
The 14th step up creaks
The blue couch is missing a pillow
The TV in the basement needs a good smacking
The dining room table has a crack above it
This will always be home.
Halloween
The other day, a thought occurred to me. Why do I celebrate Christmas? Why do I celebrate Easter? And finally, why do I celebrate Halloween? And I answered myself this: For me, Halloween is a night where family and friends come together and refuse to be afraid. It is a time when nobody is afraid of the dark, because we’re all together, united as one. That is why I celebrate Halloween. What about you?
Hide and Seek
My feet pound against the ground and I fly over the wobbly steps. I leap into the cold breeze and hit the ground with a thud. The world seems to freeze. I can’t hear a single sound. The voices, the cars, the overhead planes…. seem to have vanished. I crouch in the hay breathing steadily. Soft footsteps come closer. Then, in a childish voice, “I see you.”
Why Are You Sad?
Do you ever have someone come up to you and say, “Why are you so sad?” But you know you’ve had a perfectly fine day, and you’re just sitting. So you respond, “I’m not.” But they just wave it off and say, “Yes, you are. I can just tell.” I hate that. People think they know what you’re feeling just by glancing at you. When that happens to me I say to myself, “You can think what you want, but I’m pretty sure I know better than you do.”
I’ve Got It!
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be a teacher.
Lessons and apples galore
Students waiting at the classroom door.
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be an actress.
Shining on the silver screen
A super model, teenage
dream
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be an author
Work in my PJ’s all day
Pencil and pen are my
way
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be me.
Perfectly unique
A nerdy, sappy,
geek.
One For The Murphys by Lynda Mullaly Hunt
One For The Murphys is a heartfelt and tragic story about a girl who just wants to be normal. Carley Conners didn’t know what she was missing. Then in one night her life turns around completely, and she ends up in a foster home with a perfectly normal family where she doesn’t belong. Or does she? This beautiful story of a girl going through hard times is perfect for anyone who loves a book with a couple miracles in it.
I say what I say
I say what I say
But somehow
it never comes out that way
I do what I do
I do what I can
But somehow
There’s always a flaw in my plan
I type what I type
I type what I want
But somehow
It ends in a different font
I am who I am
I am the best I can be
At least that part works
And shows beautiful me.