At Henry Elementary Week 2, we learned about lines, line breaks, and stanzas! We watched and read a poem by José Olivarez titled “Mexican Heaven.” Students then created their own poem of heaven or an ideal place by asking themselves, “Who’s there?
“What does my dream place sound like? What does it taste like?”
Ms. Siciliano 7th + 8th Grade Class
Jasper Q.
Mi Cielo
En mi cielo hay esta mi mama que me trata con mucho amor, que me ayuda contado.
Suena a la cancion sos por Artic Monkeys que me dio mucha felicidad y me da animo.
Sabe a las fresas tam rojas, deliciosas, y saludables.
Las estrellas alrededor mio, Como brillan en la oscuridad.
Valeria V.
My heaven, My home
You enter heaven and you can
smell the food that is being cooked
on the oven and the candies
that are being shared like if they
were paying you.
*
In my heaven, you can hear
how groups of friends passing by
houses saying hello, you can see
a girl’s crush talking to her and
her blushing.
*
In my heaven, you can
see and hear how people
are having fun dancing when
listening to music while others
are having fun watching
TV with their family
members and friends.
*
In my heaven, you can
taste all types of food but
‘specially Mexican food
being eaten with your family
while teens are on the park, eating candies
on a picnic.
Edras C.
My Heaven
My heaven,
How should I start.
It is full of space
of my friends,
my family,
and of course,
a soccer ball to play with.
*
There is some Latin music
playing in the background
while my friend and me
play soccer.
My friend is yelling
to either pass or shoot,
of course,
My family talks to each other
about their day.
*
Of course,
after talking or playing,
everyone goes to the
dinner table,
easing some
bussing (or good in other words)
Latin
Food.
Inali T.
A Heaven that is Home
Heaven is
The sounds of chatter
The sounds of Pierce the Veil
comforting me when I’m down.
Heaven is
The presence of my best friends
being around me.
Doing our own thing,
yet comfortable.
Heaven is
My mom telling me stories
And watching movies with her
When I’m lonely.
Heaven is
My cat sitting in my lap sleeping
while I watch cartoons.
My dad’s dog
Running up to me
When I come through the door
because she missed me.
Heaven is
The taste of spicy ramen
Comforting
like a pillow.
The taste of
My mom’s tuna noodle casserole
Reminding me
of a good time
Heaven is
game night
with my brother
my aunt
and the silence late at night.
The movies we argue over
and the mini-games in Mario Party.
Heaven is
feeling like you’re home
comfortable
yet fun.
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