Dear High Point Students,
         
            For our Creative Writing Workshop class, we have been conducting a Literary Service Project. This project is called Pass a Poem. Anytime that you check out a book from the library, you will receive a poem and will be asked to please comment on the piece. We would appreciate if you would take part in our project and read the pieces. We ask you to please leave an appropriate comment in the space given and hand the poem in to the librarians when you are finished. Thank you for helping us Pass a Poem!   :-)

   Sincerely,
         Devon, Jackie, and Elena

Something my Saturday Mornings taught me about Love.

Early in the morning: Dawn,
While still in my pajamas
And still eyes clenched shut,
I'd open the window and let
The cool, whimsical wind
Splash my face with the
Phrase "Good Morning" .
The Breeze was as serene as
The birds on the telephone wire.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Eyes adjusting to the light
Scratching its way into the
Crevices of my room.
I open them wider.
I want to see everything.
These early Saturday Mornings
Tear memories from my brain
And present them in front of my
Eyes like photos at a museum.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

Resting my head on the windowpane,
My thoughts soar,
And my hopes plummet.
I can never get you back,
And you cannot have me.
The birds sing an unfamiliar tune
That makes my head spin.
And I suffocate in their cotton candy
Sentimental ode to the sky.
2 deep breaths and I think back to you.

2 breaths more and I think back to us.

Porcelain Dolls and Grandmother

My Grandmother always smelled like diet soda.

The only available drink whenever we visited her:

Whether for her birthday,

Mother's day

Or Christmas.

My Grandmother smells of diet coke.

My Grandmother always smelled like a room full of porcelain dolls.

Her small house filled with delicate Swarovski crystals and glass:

Glass everything.

Just like the delicate strands of her long blonde hair,

Intricately laced in curls on the top of her head.

My Grandmother smells of porcelain dolls.

My Grandmother always smelled like perfume.

Perfume she used to ease the stench of hard work

And dedication to raising 8 children-

Alone.

My Grandmother smells of work, sweat, and perfume.

My Grandmother always smelled like love:

Love, like the way she taught her children life lessons

And prepared them for the reality of being a grown-up-

How to care for and depend on each other.

.My Grandmother smells of love.

But most of all, my Grandmother always smelled like trust and inspiration.
My Grandmother smells of the admiration I have for her.