Ms. Bell's 6th Grade Group 1
Fluffy gray hair and soft skin,
hazel eyes and a tender smile.
When you sing your voice is
low pitched; very nice and gentle.
Your touch is as soft as a pillow.
When you hug me its like
hugging my old teddy bear.
When you bake you smell
safe, like home.
When I fall, you pick me back up.
Tell me you’ll come straight into
my mouth. I long for your flavor.
Your creamy cheese that looks soft
and squishy with nice thin crust.
Nothing can beat the crust of baked,
pies, that crack and crunch.
The rich cheese melts in my mouth
and fills my stomach
with your wonderful swirl of flavors
that brighten the world.
Come help me! I’m not alone.
This monster won’t let me go home.
There’s just not one, there’s another.
I’m worried and so is my mother.
The creature lurks near.
I’m trembling with fear.
I burst out and run towards a tree.
It’s me, a monster, and another.
So, its three.
It’s a shadow that looks like a spider.
It pours itself into me as its build’s anger.
I have sights of it now, It’s paranormal.
The mind flayer is back at Star Court
Mall. Its deadlier, hungry and tall.
Elven its me! Will. Kill it with your
telekinesis. The Demogorgon makes
an appearance after two years.
But now you have no powers and it’s
after you.
The rest of us are useless.
Ms. Bell's 6th Grade Group 2
I can see you in my mind.
Your white and blonde fur
covers you like a blanket.
Your little paws tucked
underneath as you sleep.
I can hear your purring as you lay
beside me. You meow when my
door opens and closes and when
the light flickers on and off.
As you curl up in my arms, your fur
is soft and fluffy like a cloud. Your
snake like tail whacks me in the face
once or twice.
Though you don’t like baths,
you smell like soap. I think
it’s funny to imagine you
bathing with a frown on
your face.
Please remember me in your dreams.
Your board game rules say never to play
by yourself in your house; a safe haven.
Your black mask streaked with blood
is not in my imagination, it’s in my home.
When I am by myself, you haunt me.
I was confused, I wanted to play Ouija.
Strange happening are normal now,
but I keep seeing that mask.
The long beak and the blackened eyes.
Dr. Parnassus is real. Its true! What
have I done to anger you?
I don’t want to die, even though I would
meet my uncle, I still have family here
and now.
I have a long life to live. The claws grow
ever near. Sometimes my heart beats so loud,
I nick- named it the “Tell-Tell Heart.”
Alas, When I’m by myself you haunt me.
I’m threatened by you.
Please spare me, I’m still young. I am a child
I want to have fun. Please get out of my room.
We all miss you.
I hope you miss us too.
Grandma has remolded
the brick house you had
lived in.
I remember your chair with
the brown blanket draped
across the back. Also, the
camo overalls you always
wore.
I remember the way your
voice was always soothing
when saying, “I love you.”
Grandpa have a good
afterlife with the rest of
our ancestors.
Ms. Bell's 6th Grade Group 3
Your short black hair
and dark chocolate eyes
full of hope and love.
Your smile is as bright
as the sun.
You have a contagious
laugh, a honey warm voice
that tells me everything
is ok.
You are so supposed to
teach me, yet you do so
much more.
Mom, you saved me so many
times. You protected me
as a child. You were always
there for me.
Now, it’s my time to be there
for you.
Walking in the children’s hospital,
you can hear parents crying, afraid
to let their kids go before surgery,
The sirens of an ambulance taking
over the hospital .
The aroma of medicine fills the air,
as newborn babies make happy
sounds.
But your time has come. The taste
of bitter medicine fills your mouth.
Wooden popsicle sticks take away
the taste.
The feeling of the gown overtakes
your body. Soft socks make your
feet sweat.
You’ll be fine, they’re here to help.
Please send memories. I doubt you
remember me, nor do I remember
you. I wish I could have known your
face, your mind.
Your bench still stands, so does
your tree. Both have survived, at
least when I was last there in ’17.
I’ve seen many pictures, but no
personality.
I can touch photos, but alas if
only one could enter the past.
I ponder what you would say
now. What advice would you
give in each situation?
Grandma still makes Hungarian
cake. I’ve tried the orange peel
with chocolate. But still, send
memories, so I can know who
you are.