While I'm having my breakfast
I am writing a poem about breakfast
Because Miss Willis said write a poem about
Something in your home but not a poem about love.
Me and Sweepee, my little sister,
We have breakfast together every morning
And another teacher, Mr. Swanton, he said
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day
And every body should have a good breakfast.
Sweepee, her real name is Dazire,
Watches me put the cereal and then the milk
In her bowl and she smiles, a beautiful smile.
She has a round face and big black eyes
That look like black stars in a white sky.
It is spring so the window is open and
We can hear the sounds of the naborhood
Like the buses passing by or a siren
Or a train that's not really close but
Close enough to hear.
We hear people talking, the voices but
Not the words and we just laugh together
At the sounds and have fun.
Sometimes someone shouts something
And we hear it and we laugh.
Like now a man on the street shouted
"You go to hell you son of a bitch,"
And we laughed together.
Anyway the man laughed after he said it.
So we laugh too.
I hope you like my poem about breakfast,
Miss Willis and I hope you had a good breakfast.
Amani Jonesboro, 3-C
John B. Manimas, March 2021
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