Keeping the Memory of a Loved One Alive

On December 14th, Bret Harte 6th/7th graders in Ms. Evans class thought and talked about the value of memories.
Peace be with you all during the holiday season!

My First and Last Memory
Jada E.

This is my last memory:
It’s late at night in a
small living room.  Willie
and his little sister were
up making cinnamon rolls and
drinking tea.

The next day
went by and little sister had
disappointing news….her brother
passed away.

The only memory she
can think about is spending time
with him and being in his nice
and cozy arms.





“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
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“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
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