Cool Salsa: Bilingual Poems on Growing Up Latino in the United States by Lori Marie CarlsonPoetry with a distinct flavor: a skillfully mixed appetizer.
--Kirkus Reviews (starred)
Here are the sights, sounds, and smells of Latino culture in America in thirty-six vibrant, moving, angry, beautiful and varied voices, including Alicia Gaspar de Alba, Ana Castillo, Sandra Cisneros, Luis J. Rodríguez, Gary Soto, and Martín Espada.
Presented in both English and Spanish, each poem helps us to discover the stories behind the mangoes and memories, prejudice and fear, love and life--how it was and is to grow up Hispanic in America....
The subtle but singing lyrics frequently have a colloquial tone that will speak to many young readers.
--The Bulletin of the Center for Childrens Books (starred)
Excellent enrichment...Whether discussing the immigrants frustration at not being able to speak English...the familiar adolescent desire to belong, or celebrating the simple joys of life, these fine poems are incisive and photographic in their depiction of a moment.
--School Library Journal (starred)
GROW UP Spoken Word Poem *emotional*
10 of the Best Poems about Childhood
Every family has hopes and aspirations for their children. Some may long to send their children to college if the parents have not had that opportunity. Others may aspire for a better life in another country. Sometimes there are conflicts between the dreams of the parents and the dreams of their children. Parents may have labored so that their children could have what they consider a better life only to have their children choose other options. This can be heartbreaking for the parents who may think that they have labored in vain, and stressful for the children who have their own dream to live out. They want me to be prepared For the future that is near, But the truth is I am scared Because mine is unclear.
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Growing up is hard to do.
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Henry Vaughan was a Welsh Metaphysical Poet, although his name is not quite so familiar as, say, Andrew Marvell. This simple nine-line poem describes how the poet is filled with joy when he sees a rainbow, and how he hopes he will always keep that sense of enchantment with the natural world. This poem explores the wide-eyed innocence that a child has when they first look out on the world, which eventually gives way to a more jaded cynicism involving a lowering of expectations, especially towards our fellow human beings. It was written in , just after the end of WWII. Listen to Thomas read the whole poem here. This classic Heaney poem, published in his first published volume, the book Death of a Naturalist , is simultaneously about picking blackberries in August and, on another level, about a loss of youthful innocence and a growing awareness of disappointment as we grow up.
Though Life will rob me of my childhood days, And hedge a way for free, unbidden feet, It cannot steal my childhood thoughts and lays, Nor break the spell that lets me hear the beat Of Nature's heart, and catch her whisper sweet. It is infancy's old age When the first teeth go; It's the turning of the page When the first teeth go; It's farewell to merry youth With its innocence and truth, With its tenderness and ruth, When the first teeth go. There are novelties of pain When the first teeth go; Quick to lose and slow to gain, When the first teeth go; Ugly vacancies appear, New and lisping tones we bear 'Tis a most erratic year When the first teeth go. Ah, the sober thoughts we think When their first teeth go, And the rising tears we wink When their first teeth go! For the coming teeth must chew Many meals of bitter rue, And their sorrows come in view As their first teeth go. Yes, but grand teeth come instead, When the first teeth go, Strong for meat and white for bread, When the first teeth go; Though the crust is hard and dry, Health and power in it lie, And there's better by and by; Let the first teeth go! Softened by Time's consummate plush, How sleek the woe appears That threatened childhood's citadel And undermined the years!