My grandma is the big pocket —
holding the essentials everyone needs to stay alive
My brother is the small pocket you use a minimal amount,
where you keep small treasures like toys or your phone
My dog is the side pocket that you don’t use a lot,
something you don’t really pay attention to, but you love
My sis is the handle that you don’t use —
I don’t really know her like that
My dad is that one pencil you can’t find
because he is never there
And I am the straps that hold up the bookbag —
I’ve been through a lot, but I’m still holding on
Grade: 6
Washington, DC
Washington, DC
My old teacher, he was like a father to me