Mother’s Day Storm
By Maya Weliky
Mother’s Day Memories
Flashing in my head like lightning
My eyes watering like rain clouds
She’s gone, but the memories are still there
Thundering in my head
Memories of giving my mother presents and cards
Memories of giving her all my love and devotion
Memories of taking her out to a nice dinner
And snuggling her tight before bed
Mother’s Day Memories
Making my heart shake like an earthquake
Making my emotions rage like a tsunami
She’s gone, but the memories are still there
Swirling in my head like a hurricane
Mother’s Day Storm
A Mother’s Light
By Parker Reitshtein
A mother’s light is strong
A mother’s light is powerful
She gives you her love
Powerful or not
A mother’s light is friendly
A mother’s light is subtle
Her time and energy are for you
Her love is peaceful
A mother’s time is endless
A mother’s love is timeless
Her time
Her love
All for you
A mother’s life depends on you
A mother’s love depends on you
Your wish is her command
You and she, together forever
A mother’s laugh depends on you
A mother’s light is all for you
What is Mother’s Day For?
By Leora Cohen
Mother’s Day is no day for fools
For Mother’s Day, you need all sorts of tools:
Love, kindness, heart and joy
Mother’s Day is no day for fools
Mother’s Day is all about love
My mother is elegant as a dove
She spreads her wings, preparing to fly
Mother’s Day is all about love
What is Mother’s Day for?
I don’t need to tell you any more
It’s a special day
That’s what Mother’s Day is for
The Streets are Alive
By Sivan Safran
When I walk on to the cold, hard pavement of the street, I feel different. I am overwhelmed with curiosity when I see the stands, with all the different smells and sounds and sights. One person’s stand has homemade felt decorations with spices in them. The next stand is a silent disco, where everyone is wearing headphones playing something different. My whole family is dancing and laughing.
I see a woman on giant stilts, wearing all white, who is way taller than everyone there. I hear music, sweet like peaches. I run over and see someone puppeteering an intricate marionette. I hear drums that signal me to leave. On a street corner, I see a father and son rocking out. The son is playing a drum set, and the father is playing the electric guitar. I start bobbing my head and playing air guitar. My sister catches on, and she starts air drumming.
The time is here. The day is done. I walk off the street feeling enlightened and creative.
Many Sounds, Sights, Smells, and Tastes
by Dana Josephson
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
I look around, wondering where to walk next
I look around and see
colorful clothing and handmade jewelry
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
I smell delicious aromas
from food carts and trucks
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
I taste a colorfully-decorated doughnut
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
I hear people playing musical instruments
and the chatter or people all around
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
I stop to look at colorful rugs and clothing
I also look at beautiful rocks and stones
Many sounds, sights, smells, and tastes
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