Ms. Sanchez 5th Grade
The guitar, the dust in the air, and the musical item sitting
in front me in delight at at my smile. I take
a glimpse of it, looking at the old dainty color.
I put my fingers, gliding them on a string,
a note plays. I glaze my hand down
the handle. It was dusty, like an old pair
of clothes. My breathe blows, and wooshes
the dust off. I shed a tear, thinking of her, my grandma.
The present I got didn’t call to me nor spoke
my name, I called to it. I was thinking how lovely purple
it was as silent as that bird you’ve never
seen, hiding away, it’s taste was so bland
you could call it art, its bumpy wave poking my fingers
like the road, looking like it’s halfway to night. Sitting
it down, to rest for another day, it’s really pretty
in my taste.
The bracelet is like a heart to me because
my grandma gave it to me before she passed
away so if I lose it it’s like I lose my
heart and my life would be over.
The necklace
was a cloud
up in the
sky.
The necklace
was like a trip to
the past.
The necklace
was the color
of the night sky.
The necklace
smelt like
fresh blue
berries.
The necklace
is a Merry
Christmas but
even better.