Ms. Agboola 6th grade
Here
while the world crumbles
the rectangle is here
like an air balloon carrying me
carrying us
The anxieties of life and tomorrow drift away
like a leaf
drifting away in the breezy wind taking it from the tree
A rectangle
that’s it
yet so meaningful
day after day being here the city, no, the world is
mine
all mine
At my kitchen table
What can I say
We eat and
Watch TV every day
Never in the kitchen
the sprite is jumping
But if it did
My – that would be something
The food is good
and the shows are nice
I really like to eat
shrimp fried rice
At the kitchen table is a world of joy and sorrow
stains of love, joy and tears. The stains of life at the
kitchen table.
It is here where you can be free, free from your troubles, free
at last.
Life is your kitchen table, love life.
Ms. Agboola 7th grade
Many unusual events happen at the kitchen table
only my mom sits at that table
It’s a nice rectangular shape
There are baking products, medicine an air
fryer and vitamins.
Many good things happen at the table
The world ends at the dinner table
Everyone is reunited at this table.
Ms. Agboola 8th grade
A kitchen table has been at my house since it’s been built
It’s gone through many revisions
small, big, circle, rectangle
I eat, I drink. I do everything, at the kitchen table
We’ve had fun conversations
We’ve had deep conversations
Others have thought the best ideas,
the worst ideas.
People have made the best inventions
and the worse inventions.
Most of it, all of it, is at a kitchen table.