After Gwendolyn Brooks

My Mom Is Waiting for Me
Christian G.

My mom is waiting for me
We live with toys and food
She sits on the couch waiting
She smells like strawberries
The color of her eyes
Is the same color as the sky
My mom is waiting for me

My Cousin is Waiting For Me
Jose H.

My cousin smells
Like my uncle
He is 12 years old
His hair is brown
He always waits for the car
On Saturday
He is like a twister
Hitting our house
He ways for the car
On Sundays too

My Dad
Giovanni M.

My dad smells like bubblegum
My dad is the color white
Like the snow
And when it snows
I can’t find him
My dad

Mom
Andrew S.

Her hair is golden like pancakes
When she cleans the house
It looks like a million dollars
She smells like a plum
When she sprays air freshener
She makes the house smell like peaches
She cleans and makes it smell
Like peaches

Waiting
Silvia L.

He’s lighter than walnut brown
His smile is like his daughter’s happiness
I can smell his scent arriving
Before he does

He is the United States savior

I love him
The United States savior
And until he comes
We wait

My Mom
Gwendolyn M.

My mom is the best.
My mom has hair like a bright red strawberry.

Every day before I leave school
My mom smells like my grandma

My mom is the best!
I can’t get over her!

Brianna
Monica R.

Brianna is my cousin
I learned so much from her
Her hair long and dark
With a smile so bright and cheery
She always had a special book
A beautiful blue sea shade

Which kept all her memories
And a sample of her favorite perfume

I anxiously wait all year to see her
And when I do she gives me a big hug
As if it has been ages since we last saw each other
Even though she was as clumsy as a frame with no stand
She was always like my best friend

Brianna, my cousin, my friend

I Am Waiting for my Brother to get to the Park
Jose P.

I am waiting for my brother to get to the park.
We live on food and waiter in a 5 bedroom basement.

I am playing soccer with some friends
Waiting for him to walk around the corner
Of the block with my soccer shoes.

He is tall and has peach skin.

I care about him and it is wonderful
To see him with his peach-colored skin
And dark brown hair.
He is so tall and thick
I like seeing him happy.

She Was Really Happy That Day
Lizet S.

Her face was as red as a ripe tomato
My mom was laughing so hard that day
She was really happy
Which made me happy too
She was wearing her favorite perfume
Sweet coconut
She was really happy that day
A day she will never forget

The Worker
Sophia V.

My mom the worker
She works all day
Smelling like her Italian restaurant

My mom the worker
Her white and tan-colored skin
Her black suite dirty almost always

My mom the worker
Is like the president
Except a lot prettier
My mom the best of them all

My Uncle is Waiting for me to Come Home
Vladimir J.

My uncle is waiting for me to come home
When I arrive, I get the smell of my mom’s food
I see my uncle with a red deck of cards in his hand
He is like a money losing machine
I say hello to him and I sit down to play
I wonder, “am I going to lose or am I going to win?”
My uncle is waiting for me to come home

My Friend
Amanda T.

My friend is and
Always will be
My grandma

Every time I come
Home and hug her
She smells like
The cream

She is sweet as sugar
And soft like a bear

She is warm and fun
She always wears a brown sweater I love

We always make a sandwich
Then go outside to eat
And talk

My Sister is Playing
Crystal R.

My sister is playing
She runs, she plays and hits
She is waiting for me to come home

Her smile is as bright as the sun

Her skin is light brown

She waits and waits
For me to come home

My Mother
Lizbeth G.

My mother is in the blue window
I am coming from the school
I see her coming out from the door
She waits at the gray fence

I smell her perfume of strawberry and grapes
Her hair looks like a brown branch

Every time I smell the perfume
I smell her hair as she looks like
A bath of bubbles

My Grandfather
Omar D.

My old grandfather in bed
He is dying
Waiting to be taken
To the hospital
On his bed
I smell his old skin
Always telling us legends
And stories
As skinny as a stick
As tall as a door
Another loss to this world

My Papi is Waiting for Me
Natalia G.

My papi is waiting for me to call him
We see each other almost every Sunday
Or a weekday if I need something

My dad is in his big white van
Waiting for me to come out
So we can go somewhere

He is brown and clean
Like a shiney brown car
We go out to eat every Sunday

We eat hotdogs almost all the time
In a restaurant outside

I love my dad dearly
He is sweet and funny
With a shiny touch
He sings and listens to good music
I love him a lot

Waiting for me…
Ismael S.

Waiting for me lonely and cold
Every day waiting to see me
On his black bumper, working
Every day on it, every night

My uncle Mario sitting on his
Black bumper, waiting
For us to come and see

He is brown like a tree

The black on his dented car shines out

The cologne on him washes
Away other smells
His skin as a cats fur
I love my uncle Mario
Soft black hair
He sits on the street curb
That’s where it ended

Mom
Diana B.

My mother is crying
Cleaning the home
That has been occupied
For years
Looking out the kitchen window

My mom’s smile is yellow
Like the shining rays
Of the sun
Caring and loving
As she’s done the last several years
Of her life
Looking out the kitchen window

She looks like a red rose blooming in the spring

I love my mother
She is a wonder to have around
But not always easy to confront
She will love until the end
With her big red heart
And we will love back
Even if she won’t know it
Looking out the kitchen window