January 25

This week I took in a project borrowed from fellow Poet in Residence, Parry Rigney. This week's workshop began with a discussion about food and memory. We then moved on to the poem "From Blossoms" by Li-Young Lee. After reading the poem and discussing further the connection between food, the senses and memory the students went on to create their own poems.

Ms. Mays


Tacos
by Jocelyn C.

O, the great smell of tacos
how they look and how they smell.
With chicken inside a tortilla.
When you cook them you put cheese
and something else on top.
Then you eat and reminds me of my mom.

It reminds me of mom because she
cooks them. And taste so sweet and
great. They are great to eat. They are
great for parties too. Everything



Pizza
by Taneisha G.

Pizza it reminds me of Home Run Inn.
They have the best pizza in the whole world.
They make it so good. They
always have the right stuff.
That is what pizza reminds
me of. Pizza also
reminds me of my sister and everyone
in my family. That
is what pizza reminds me of.



From Pizza
by Andrew R.

From pizza comes
my friend each
hour or time I see
him eating pizza.

And mostly all the
time I call him
the pizza king.

Pizza reminds me of
my friend because he
eats pizza all the time.

Poem
by Michael A.
Pig reminds me of Puerto Rico
when I was in Puerto Rico
last year and ate pig with
mean in the pig. I cut it
with the knife and the
spoon in the bar cooking pig
cooking sauce in pig.


Mr. Stasiak

Memory Food
by Destiny D.

1.
The sandwich we eat with anything
you like tastes so good. The bread might
be hard but really soft like my dad.

2.
The donut we eat that’s sometimes
sweet is like my grandma.

3.
This person is a friend when I see
apples it reminds me of him, my teacher,
Mr. Stasiak.

4.
The yellow banana reminds
me of Edwin my cousin and my friend.


Chenas
by Natalie C.

Chena reminds me of my family in
Puerto Rico.
How I met half of my family.
The chena looks like my orange.
It is juicy and it tastes better than an orange.
I could eat chenas all day.


My sister Zittaly and the Oatmeal

by Karina B.

Zittaly, Zittaly what are you doing?
Why do you keep throwing oatmeal
at my face? Why won’t you stop? Why
won’t you throw it at our brother even
though he is older? Throw it at
someone else excepte me. That is why
every time when you are sleeping
mom makes oatmeal and it reminds me
of you.


Ms. Jaurigue

Tamales
by Rafael V.

Tamales remind me of
me and my family.
It reminds me of them
because we all make them.

My mom and sisters make
the masa and my dad, brother,
and I get the meat to make
the tamales.

When my family and I do them
we use our senses. When we get
hungry we touch to feel it.

Before we touch we use our sight
when we eat it, I could hear the
sound of the tamales.

Oranges
by Yesenia S.

Oranges taste juicy and good.
The oranges smell good and yummy.
Oranges feel squishy and soft.
They sound squishy and poppy in
your mouth.

I see in the oranges their seeds
and juice in the oranges.
The oranges are good and yummy
I wish I could eat them again today
at night.


Tacos and Chicken and Poems
by Leonardo B.

Tacos remind me about
my Grandma and Grandpa
because my Grandparents
make them. It’s so good
I wish my room was
full of tacos. And Chicken
reminds me about my
Aunt. It is good too and I
wish my Grandpa’s car was
made out of chicken but
that won’t come true.