S: Warmth To Your Heart
FC: Warmth To Your Heart By: Nizar Virani 2/20/2010 Pd: 5th
1: Table of Contents Pg. 2- Where I'm From Pg 4- My Mother's Kitchen Pg 6- A Mother's Advice Pg 7- An Ode To GSMST Pg 8- Limericks Pg 10- Night Before Christmas Pg 11- Breeze
2: I am from Fanta Bottles, from Coke and Choco Chums. I am from the marble lined floors, the big glass showcase filled with toys. I am from the dead trees, the open skies. I am from Praying every day and brown eyes, from Ramzan and Shehnaz and the Virani’s. I am from the one optimistic and one pessimistic. From living right and trying hard, and never giving up. Ever. I am from going to religious education class every night. I'm from a thousand feet under the sea, and civil wars raging from 1965, biryani, and chicken tikka. From the death of my grandma, the kidnappings of loved ones, fights over money. I am from World Tours, sliding, laughing in the snow, going to the zoo, beaches in the summer...
3: Where I'm From
4: My Mother's Kitchen Be careful about your bread, In the dark, who knows? It could be something dead. Or some dead person's toes. Be aware of where you're walking, Because somewhere in your shadow, Something could be gawking. Waiting for you to get out to the meadow.
5: Be careful of where you look, You don't want to see something, Like a guy with a hook. Then, nothing can save you, not even your shoe string. Be aware of the keeper of the kitchen, Who stalks the room at night, With Virani as a pichon, She'll cook you in the oven at first sight. Ok, fine, maybe my kitchen isn't that interesting, But what of that green gloop that has risen? That acid loving, air-breathing, anchovy dressing?
6: Come here, son, and listen carefully, Life for me was like a mountain A mountain that was perfect But nothing ever lasts, my son One day the snow melted The rivers flooded It was filled with sharp rocks, Crooked paths, Steep turns | A Mother's Advice
7: But one day, I decided to make it snow again, To make my life soft as it once was I’m still workin’ on that son, But you remember, son, Never let the snow melt, and carry you away
8: A limerick is a type of poem, And a poem is used to express. So if I take this poem, And put in a plant's phloem, My oxygen is sure to die. | Limericks
9: The poem above made not much sense, Unless you open your mind. You can turn on your senses, And write a couple of essays, And it still probably won't make much sense.
10: Night Before Christmas T'was the night before Christmas, And all through the kitchen, My mother was cooking some delicious chicken. All of the sudden, The light bulb broke, And my mother randomly started to choke. In a flash, superman came. My brother thought his costume was lame. And instead of rescuing the day, He ate up my dinner, And he flew away! Santa burnt the house with dynamite and flares, I guess I was on the naughty list, next year, I'll care! By Pepse.girl
11: Breeze Layin down Deep in sleep Or maybe awake, Eyes closed While body shake NOT due to fear Simply a breeze Body covered in warm While feet freeze Try to take time Eliminate cold Bring covers down But breeze too cold By Bryan Cooper