One day a little boy got a Popsicle. His mom told him to put the Popsicle on a plate so it wouldn’t drip all over the place. Once the child put it on the plate, the Popsicle felt as though he had fallen in love with the plate. The Plate felt the same way. “Hello, Popsicle!”, exclaimed the Plate. Right before the Popsicle could say anything, the boy took a large bite out of him. When he was set back down, his face had a look of disgust. “Are you alright, Popsicle?” Plate asked. “Yes, I’m fine.”  he responded. After that they started making each other laugh with corny jokes and other things. One joke was, “If you had to move to an alternate world with only mushrooms, you wouldn’t be the only fun guy there.” Plate told that joke to Popsicle, and he was probably laughing for at least 5 minutes. When it came down to Popsicle’s last bite he said, “I love you” then he got eaten. Plate was sad but she wasn’t devastated because she was able to meet different foods after she got washed. 

This poem is not about the cold.

This poem is not about the cold rainy days.

It is not about freezing feet stepping on the cold floor.

Nor about having to watch a boring movie during lunch.

It isn’t even about always having to wear a stuffy jacket.

This is a warm poem.

A watching-TV-all-day-long poem.

This is a snuggling-up-in-a-fuzzy-blanket poem.

A poem that drinks hot chocolate every day.

This poem wears jackets with feathers in them.

This poem loves cuddling with its pets.

This poem wants to eat Mom’s warm pozole.

This poem is not about the cold.

Fall looks like the dark and gloomy sky with grey clouds and crystal clear rain falling from the sky.

Fall sounds like the noisy voice of wind swirling around and kids going trick or treating while there is thunder and lightning.

Fall tastes like warm apple pie, delicious chocolate muffins, and hot Starbucks coffee.

Fall feels like warm seat warmers and heaters in the house on a cold rainy day.

Fall smells like crisp apple candles,crunching leaves, and fresh cut grass with dew.

I am a loving sister 

I wonder what my brother thinks 

I  hear him calling for me

I see him coming towards me 

I wish he can have the best life 

I am a loving sister

I pretend to be his babysitter

I feel strong when he is by my side 

I touch his tiny heart

I worry that he will not be happy

I cry happy tears when he makes funny jokes 

I am a loving sister

I understand that he does not know how much I love him

I dream that he becomes successful 

I try to help him with his work

I hope he has a happy life

I say I love you

I am a loving sister