Chocolate Candy Brown-Benjamin Moore-2107-10

A park
In between the dark
And the light
Side of town,
Full of sings
From 1874.

Sand,
Covered the chocolate candy brown
Girl’s feet.
The sand
Of an hour glass,
Three fourths full.
Laughing,
Playing,
Enjoying,
The time she had
In the park that day.
With a fragile,
Paper white girl.
Not knowing
Why her mother said it wasn’t safe.
Best friends,
Half full.

They weren’t noticed
Until later.
One-fourth full.
Screaming,
Kicking,
Crying,
Last goodbyes
For ever,
As a fragile
Small,
paper white girl
Was being dragged away
“I want to do everything she does!”
By her mother.

Left,
A small
Chocolate candy brown
Child—ashamed.
Sitting
Quietly—wondering
What she’d done wrong,
On the driftwood swing-sets.
Hour glass:
Empty.
Sand:
Wet with tears.

Small Steps: The year I Got Polio By Peg Kehret

Publisher: Alber Whitman & Company Genre: memoir Where I Got It: A friend mentioned it and I got it from the library. One Sentence Summary: One day, twelve-year-old Peg Kehret gets diagnosed with three types of Polio and spends several months in a hospital fighting for her life. First Sentence: My ordeal began on a Friday early in December. First Chapter Review: It all starts out as a normal day when Peg is really excited to go to the Homecoming Parade with friends. Until it all turns upsidown when she feels a twitching in her legs. Her parents just think it’s the flu, but when the doctor comes around, he tells her to go to the hospital…immediately. Verdict: Very interesting and tells you everything about polio and how she handled it. An easy but informing read. Cover Comments: Yellow Background with a black and white picture of the main character. Has big bold blue title as well. I would sum it up as an average backround, not too knowticable on the bookshelf though.

Ghosts or Beasts?

We need an assembly
Not for laughing
And falling.
This meeting must not be fun,
But business.
Those legendary storms
Of the pacific
Have shifted here.
And the shadows were where they ought to be.

If you’re chief,
You had to think,
You had to be wise.
Do all of you see?
You voted me as chief,
Now you do what I say.

The beastie,
The snake,
The fire,
The talk of fear.
Where from?
What does that mean?
Were frightened
We put up with being frightened.
But the beast,
The one that’s as dark as the islands night,
That’s nightmares.

What about ghosts?

The storm broke.
No!
I don’t believe in ghosts?
—ever!

I got the conch
Shut up!

The rules,
You’re breaking the rules.

Sucks to the rules!
Because
The rules are the only thing we got.

Who cares!

Ghosts or Beasts?

The assembly shredded away
As quickly as a storm of angry wasps.

I ought to give up
Being chief.

Oh lord!
Oh no!
I’m scared of him
What’s the use?
Well,
Fat lot of good we are,
Three blind mice,
They stood in darkness,
Lost,
Again,
In deep waters.

Go on being chief.
Try.

I Am From Muddy Play Clothes

I am from pencils and paper,
Faber Castell and Daler Rowney.
I am from the big stone house
by the white cotton field.
I am from the tall evergreen trees,
the sticky yellow sap that sits on your fingertips.
I am from birthdays and homemade cakes,
with Elizabeth and Frances,
covered in silky soft icing.
I am from knives and forks,
sitting up strait and acting proper.
From occasionally going to church
in muddy play clothes on sunny Sunday mornings.
From looking for the purple monsters under the bed
and believing that sprinkles were made out of waxy crayons.
I’m from the sun in Malaysia and the bitter wind in Britain.
From hot Sunday dinners
and tasting food before it was ready.
From the big custom made bed—
the one that everyone sleeps in together.
The one that we jump on, the one that we hide under.
I am from the dusty pictures
I’m from blue eyes and strait hair,
white skin and lovely voices.
From the tree that grows in my family’s heart.

Japan Erthquake Hits Northeast

On March 11 at 2:46 in the afternoon a devastating audible earthquake hit Japan measuring an 8.9 magnitude that was later brought up to be 9.0—people are still feeling aftershocks. The most powerful Japanese earthquake since records began, triggered a massive tsunami just 250 miles from the capital—Tokyo. This proceeded not long after the large tremor. Taking everything in its path with it, a copious mess of debris covers the ground making it hard to find survivors. Adept Japanese soldiers have been deployed all over japan as well as contingents of rescue teams from around the world to find survivors. But it is feared that up to 100,000 people could have died. Everyone is trying to help with things like rescue dogs that can detect people hidden under in capacious spaces.
A Japanese nuclear power plants pressure has exceeded normal levels. People have been told to seal and stay in their houses along with power cuts to save energy. Risking health of anyone near it—scientists are trying to find ways to cool it and are worried that fitful explosions might take place.
Although the sky is an azure blue, the ground is covered with everything and anything the tsunami caught. It is crucial for everyone to hope for the best.

Chinese Cinderella

Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yen Mah is the memoir of an unwanted daughter. Born as the fith child into and affluent family. Her mother died shortly after her birth--leaving her with the title of 'bad luck' or 'cursed' (p.3). Adelines father quickly remarried a young womman who favors her own two childern significantly more than fathers other children. Denied love from her father and stepmother, she turnes to her grandfather--YeYe--for afection. He and her Aunt Baba are the only ones she looks up to, who inspire her.
‘
"And if I should be so lucky as to succeed one day, it’ll be because you believed in me."’ (p.208)Says Adeline to her YeYe.

Chinese Cinderella was writtlen shortly after Yen Mahs first book, Falling Leaves. Wich details Adelines life from 14 years old to adulthood as Chinese Cinderella focuses on her life before that. This inspiring memoir is organized in a collection if vignettes --in a cronological order--that each make you go 'wow'. Because of this, the author, jumps some parts on time--often the parts of her childhood that were less important than the others.

The memoirist—Adeline—came to realize about herself was even thought she loves education; it doesn’t give her any love back. She wants something more like a family who loves and supports her. She has a heart full of love, now she just needs someone to love her.

I think this book was hard to put down because the author wrote with so many fresh details and feelings, it felt like you were there with a real Chinese Cinderella the whole time. It feels like she doesnt mark the events in her life by dates but by feelings.


‘"Now they knew the pathetic truth! Unloved and unwanted by my own parents! How long did it take for a person to die of shame."’ (p.129)

‘"My whole being vibrated with all the joy in the world. I only had to stretch out my hand to reach the stars."’ (p.220)

I Believe There Are Monsters under the Bed

I believe there are monsters under the bed,
To sleep with a teddy bear is a good thing,
They scare the monsters away each night.

I believe blankets are a necessity.

I believe dreams are great,
That when you don’t want to wake up in the morning,
Your excuse should be, “I was dreaming.”

I believe a little scare, every now and then, is good for you.

But I don’t believe in nightmares,
I believe that their just a dream with a little edge.

I believe you toes shouldn’t be left out from the covers at night.

I believe when you know where everything is in your room,
Others call that messy.

I believe reading puts you into another world,
But you have to let the book take you there.