love

That’s Love to Me

That's what love is
What is love to me?

I’m not sure – I can’t describe it in words

But I think I see my sister’s face, smiling when I tell a joke

My brother’s arms around me every morning before school 

Dad making my lunch because I’m too tired

Mom listening to my worries while she quietly bears her own

My baby sister’s giggle when I chase her around the house

Another sister’s eyes that light up when i talk to her

My cat’s purr as I scratch his chin. . . 

That’s love to me.

 

by Lenae Shelton, age 16

 

Harvest

                                          We ate thick vegetable soup,

                                          Sitting on the retaining wall,

                                          In the backyard.

                                         Plump piles of leaves

                                         Waited to be mower mulched,

                                         And wheel barreled to the garden,

                                         While we shared cracker,

                                        A kiwi,

                                       An apple.

 

                                     Sun soaked and work warmed,

                                     We talked of pecan harvest,

                                    Grown children,

                                    And Thanksgiving.

 

                                   Neither spoke of love,

                                  But we gathered it anyway.

                                                                                           Cerita M. Hewlett

                                                                                          December 3, 1997