He is the Best Dad in the World
by Faizah, fourth grade poet
He is the best dad in the world
This is what he is like:
He sits with me almost every night.
He holds me on his lap nice and tight.
He is the best dad in the world.
This is what he is like:
He is happy to play games with us.
He plays without making a fuss.
He is the best dad in the world
This is what he is like:
He is gentle, kind and nice.
The good thing is he’s the one!!!
He is the best dad in the world
And that is what he is like!
My Loving Mother
by Hanifa, fifth grade poet
My mom is very friendly
In a jolly, helpful way.
She likes traveling to the bay
And hates packing moving day.
My mom is very friendly
In a jolly, helpful way.
She loves God’s creation
And soon will have her 40th birthday celebration.
At her job as a nurse, she is full of elation.
My mom is very friendly
In a jolly, helpful way,
And she loves to cook.
Her food is like food in the cookbook.
Our love for each other is like a hook.
My mom is very friendly
In a jolly, helpful way.
(Click here to view/print these fourth and fifth grade poems.)
Student Samples: Middle School
Adored and Far
by Michelle, sixth grade poet
My nana doesn’t live here anymore.
My nana got older, retired, and moved.
My nana moved to South Carolina.
My nana would always have a scent of coffee and cocoa butter.
I still cry.
My nana has been gone for a while.
My nana had a smile I couldn’t forget.
My nana always knew a way to be fair.
My nana was a master at ping pong, and she laughed when she messed up.
I still cry.
My nana had a loving and strong heart.
My nana told me right from wrong in her wise mind.
My nana always made me laugh.
My nana always wore her shimmery brown earth tone lipstick.
I still cry.
My nana had ways of making anyone smile.
My nana is happy now.
I’m happy now too.
(Click here to view/print Michelle's poem as well as two poems from her classmates.)
Julie
by Allison, seventh grade poet
Julie is my cousin
She is a lot of things
She does a lot of things
With all that she is
And all that she does
I can’t stand it
When she cheers for the Boston Red Sox.
She is funny and brilliant, creative and friendly
Realistic and silly, stubborn and fun
Dazzling and unique, all rolled into one
A motherly genius, an up-to-date pal
Yet with all that she is
And all that she does
I just can’t stand it
When she cheers for the Boston Red Sox.
She does many things
Loving, nice, helpful things
Like
When caring for Jenny and me
Letting us wake her up by tickling her
Helping with whatever we may need
Annoying, evil, nasty things
Like not listening to our chatter
Silencing us
Working
But with all that she is
And all that she does
I still can’t stand it
When she cheers for the Boston Red Sox.
And yet
She’s my best friend.
(Click here to view/print Allison's poem as well as three poems from her classmates.)