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S: Winter Vacation 2012

FC: VACATION | Jonathan Jeffrey's Poetry Project

1: TABLE OF CONTENTS | My Mother's Kitchen. . . . . . . . . . . . . pg2-12 Language Arts Poem. . . . . . . . . . . . . . pg14 Silver Bells (Song Analysis). . . . . . . . .pg16-17 | POETRY

2: My Mother's Kitchen | Oh Mother Mother, Mother Mother We’re in within your kitchen At least my mind I’m in all the time Mother I loved you in that kitchen That bright, aroma-filled thing That kitchen was your life Mother I can’t think it will be the same The kitchen now feels empty In it you had left and came

3: Mother Sister enters your kitchen She walks, but kind of stumbles in Her head low, walking slow, you know Mother Oh, I can’t bear it without you and brother Brother, he is terrified He don’t know what’s happened; neither do I Not really, anyways Mother I couldn’t enter that kitchen I just stared at it in disbelief Each day upon day, upon each day, upon each day And sister Oh Mother please go to sister now She’s surveying your kitchen It is dark, it is damp

4: And sister Oh Mother please go to sister now She’s surveying your kitchen It is dark, it is damp Mother Oh life can’t be the same, won’t be the same The kitchen’s wild, Only by your hand was it tame Mother, I fell into that kitchen with a cry My face upon the green and black The green and white, green checkers Mother You were the only firm thing in my life You and your kitchen, your kitchen Every day at eight, sometimes at nine We would dine We’d have a really great time

5: And sister, Now she heads for the drawer Oh mother, please Please oh please please stop her Don’t you fear for where she goes Mother, I close my eyes, not facing The truth that’s right in front of me I’ll never see you in your kitchen Mother Sister’s really brave, ain’t she? Yet she stops before the drawer Contemplating, only thinking We all remember times When you used to cook those feasts! Would pull open the oven And take out lovely beasts

6: Beef and chicken, fish and pork Stab it with embroidered forks Shove in your mouth Then reach for more Now sister, here she reaches She opens that old drawer It clatters, always did The cutlery lay open She reaches not For the spoon There’s a purpose in her mind Though hand hovers o’er the fork There’s really not much time Mother, mother please She begs though she don’t know it Father’s sleeping, brother’s dead At least within his head

7: Sister, yes she grabs that knife with conviction Without tone or a diction You’d think it was fiction The way she did it, yes you would A sharp knife, a sharp sharp one at that She cannot bear the pain, can’t bear the pain Without mom, it’s not the same In that kitchen, you left and came Sister, please pull your hair back softly It’s the thing before the last thing that you’ll do Hold hair with some dignity, won’t you Bring the knife up now, Fluid motion, don’t make us conduct you now Are you stiff or what, you fool! Don’t you dare drool You’re using a darn instrumental tool

8: Now count to three One, look at her kitchen That beautiful, aroma-filled thing It’s really grand ain’t it Mother thought that you would cook in it Even after she passed Two, oh that came suddenly Sister, your heart beats really fast Three, now do the act! The knife is at your throat The same one used to mince and dice Now will sink your boat!

9: A swipe, a swipe is all you need Nothing more but nothing less, you coward Sister, do it quick Brother’s coming down Footsteps on the stairway He’ll find you on the ground Don’t say a word It will be so quiet And soon, you will see mother In her kitchen Hurry quick! - there That’s good, that was great Now the blood flows Oh mother, don’t look now Oh sister, she now drowns She drowns forever

10: Remember the tiles Green and white Green and black Now she falls on the green tiles Oh mother please oh mother please don’t look If from somewhere you are looking turn away Don’t bear her pain Mother, the tiles don’t quite look right They’re red and green and red and white Like Christmas night It’s not happy though There’s no snow There’s no snow That’s all I know That there’s no snow

11: It’s not a White Christmas, is it? The present isn’t great I know Mother you’re crying But crying don’t help dying Brother’s there He’s calling for father now He comes He cries, he cries so hard mother See, Sister rises Not her body, not her soul But an image of your kitchen A memory so gold

12: Catch it please Please hold your kitchen tight Never forget that kitchen Your kitchen’s right, that’s all it is Mother, without you and sister Your kitchen never will be the same In it, you two had left And came

14: Language Arts Poem Language Arts is art but much The pencil is the brush To write, to paint Colors await When one feels that great rush! Language arts is for the win Yet it inverts and twists on in Goes up and down Then all around Where’s up again? Asks Tim Language arts is where one peaks Studies of what one speaks But yet we name It something (lame) Known as vocab’lary, how meek

15: VACATION | We smash two words with glee With dazzle and a spee A name we pack Upon it’s back We call it poetry I find the subject tart Yet for one who is smart With words and tongue And having fun, For what is language arts.

16: Silver Bells Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them ring Soon it will be Christmas Day City sidewalks Busy sidewalks Dressed in holiday style In the air there's A feeling of Christmas Children laughing People passing Seeing smile after smile And on every Street corner you'll hear Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas Day | Strings of street lights Even stoplights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home With their treasures Hear the snow crunch See the kids bunch This is Santa's big scene And above all This bustle you'll hear Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas Day

17: Silver Bells, Silver Bells It's Christmas time in the city Ring-a-ling, hear them sing Soon it will be Christmas Day Soon it will be Christmas Day Soon it will be Christmas Day Soon it will be Christmas Day Soon it will be Christmas Day | KEY Internal Rhyme End Rhyme Repetition Assonance Consonance

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  • Title: Jonathan Jeffrey's Poetry Project
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