A Gift By Jenna Faulconer
I bought a tablecloth For my Grandma “Nanny” It was made in a lace shop In Venice It had flowers along the edges And flowers in the middle
When she saw it Her eyes lit up As she did a little hop And baby claps She hugged me And I hugged her As she said “Thank You” Repeatedly And now Every time I walk in The dining room I see the tablecloth Under the glass to keep it clean And every time I tell her How good it looks And she Smiles
Grammy She and I sit on the couch The blue, soft couch As we wait our turn For wii bowling. I step up, pride filling me up. I roll my ball STRIKE! I give Grammy a High-five, As she steps up to the screen. CRASH! We both switch back and forth As we make our way through The ten frames. We are tied Neck and neck As I hold My final ball. I swing the remote through the air. STRIKE!
I sit back down as Grammy uses her last ball. CRASH! A turkey. She has won yet again.
Brenden Stakem
Grandpa and I stare at it‌ Blue and oily It stares straight back at us Pleading to be returned to the blue gray ocean We just stare Its eyes are full of terror Life is at stake Life, life, life We lift it My grandpa and I We debate what to do with it Of course my grandpa, Loving seafood wants to eat it But I feel we should let it go And so we do Its heart speeds up Blood pumps to its tail And its away Away Away Fishin’ with Grandpa Away Into the stormy Blue grey Sea.
Ben
G R A N D M A
Today we visited Grandma’s house All of the family, Together It is not like our house It is smaller As it only needs space for one lady But this one lady Has enough personality For ten people She has a huge garden That she takes care of every single day Everyone who stops at her house Notices the garden She has so many cookies That if you ate them all You would explode Her bubbly personality Makes her very fun to be with And best of all‌ She lives next to a lake Where we Swim Fish Picnic My grandma Is one of the best Most awesome Incredible Active people I know Ben
Grandfather “Go help your grandfather,” my mom says. So I do. I make the long trek down the hillside And spot him at the fruit trees. He’s bending down to reach The fallen fruit And placing them in handmade wicker baskets. I decide to choose the Harder task And pick one up, Lugging the basket up the steep hill That seemed so friendly Five minutes ago. When I come back down, There are more baskets waiting for me. So I make the trip Again And again And again.
When finally there is no more fruit left For him to pick Or for me to carry We each take a freshly washed one And sink our teeth Into its juicy flesh, Juice runs down the sides of our mouths. “Is it good?” he asks. I nod.
-Caroline Yi
Bow and Arrow I pull the string back Look down the shaft Of the arrow And let go It makes a funny sound Like a “thwick� As it sinks its Metal head into
The foam target that is Probably ten years old My grandpa made This bow when he was little I repeat the process until My fingers are red and Blistered But I had a Good time shooting And spending time with my grandpa
Matt Dixon
Nanny I step up the stairs and onto the porch. A cat food plate lies in my way, so I move it and knock on the door. I hear Nanny rise and make her way toward me. She opens it and says, “It’s about time you came to see me again,” and gives me a hug, laughing all the while. I slip into a chair and Molly, Nanny’s cat, hops in my lap. Then her oldest cat, Pretty Boy, lumbers in meowing because he knows he’s probably my favorite, and as always, “Sweet Pea” as she calls him, runs away at full speed. That cat hates me, and I don’t know why. But at this point, I’m not too fond of him either. Nanny asks me how I am and how school is. I answer, and so begins a conversation that may very easily blossom into a three hour talk. But instead, she asks me if I want to go to lunch with her and her friends in Charlottesville. So of course, I say yes. I love taking field trips with her. Nanny loves to help me out with anything that she can like my trip to New York and Italy, and she is always up for shopping. She is very generous, loving, and caring. I love you Nanny! Love, Taylor
Dad says Grandma was in the FBI. She was a secretary, and met president Hoover. She was at the first meeting Of the National Garden Club. She entered flowers Into competitions. She traveled The world. Every Continent, Many countries. China, Japan, Egypt, England, And New Zealand, Just to name a few. She has lived a full life She was a good mother, A good wife, And Still, After 91 years, Continues to be A good person And that’s what matters most
Elanra Dulaney
The Traveler
The Little-Kid Table There are six kids Considered “cousins” In my family. There are only four places At the round wood table In the yellow kitchen, Whose walls are Embellished in embroidery. I am one of the four Who have gained and kept A place at the sacred table. Of course, after years, It loses its importance, And the adult table Becomes all the rage. Why are we, Recently becoming Legitimate teens, Made to sit with the two Nine-year-old devils. We must get up to get Our macaroni, And we are supervised As we sneak rolls. The fourteen-year-old Graduated to the adult table,
And now he sits next to the Queen. We all share a grandma, Who we might find sarcastic, And very funny, Who claimed a throne At the head of the table. She has decided who is worthy To still reside at The little-kid table. She passes the macaroni She made, And the Chesapeake crab cakes, And we gobble it down. Delicious. But I don’t eat the carrot Jello She made. I butter my roll, Toss green beans on a plate, And plop down in my chair, At the little-kid table.
Grandma A simple life, she says I used to believe it But this amazing woman Shows more of her “simple” life As I grow older.
My grandfather gave $20 dollars to a friend To switch dates At the time, he didn’t know that Would be the start of a Priceless marriage
He left again He came back though A fairy tale is what she has Got married and shipped her off to Grew up in Malta Illinois A catholic orphanage She, a wild, fun, rebellious 18 year old 14 brothers and sisters Was a surprise to his parents; A rebel child, knowing Strict Lutheran farmers. Her patience was not enough to be a She managed nun Or work in a factory At 18 she ran to Australia Lived in the sun and sand My grandfather In the Vietnam War On leave Went to Australia Buddies and he went to the beach Split the girls
She had my dad and aunt She became A caring mother and wife A role model I’ve grown up thinking I have the best grandma ever. I know I do.
Skyler
Grandparents They strive for their grandchildren to call them a creative, one of a kind name, embarrassing or not They yearn for all the pictures on the mantle to be of them and their grandchildren They laugh at whatever crazy knock-knock joke that their grandchildren tell them, whether it makes sense or not They listen to whatever their grandchildren have to say, gibberish or not They want to have a great connection with each one They encourage their grandchildren to shoot for the stars They have special traditions they do with each grandchild They tell their grandchildren amazing stories They give their grandchildren special treats They set examples for their grandchildren Grandparents are always there for their grandchildren Sometimes I wonder how to repay them, but in the end I realized, their reward is seeing us happy
Alden Carter