Molly Mead

Grammy "M"

By Molly Mead
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

I’d go to your house when I was little
And you would always give me those vanilla wafers.
The Red Sox would always be on the TV.
And sometimes you would be playing solitaire on your table
Listening to the game instead of watching it.
Your house smelled like cigarette smoke
But that didn’t bother me too much
It was just the best to be at your house.
When I was done with my vanilla wafer
I would run up your staircase
There were tons of rooms to play in
And each time was like a new adventure.
There was a bell that I would ring and
You’d yell up the stairs and tell me to stop.
And I would giggle and run into a new room
I’d be up there for what seemed like hours.
I miss those days, I miss you.

Mud Haiku

By Molly Mead
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 8

Rain, drip drops on the
Softened dirt, soon to become,
Just a puddle. Mud.

The last time I have to deal with this,
I’m done over, through with them
I’m kind of the training wheels of this “best” friendship
Kids like to have them around
For safety, I guess
But after a while they just aren’t needed anymore
It’s always been like this, I’m just the afterthought
But other times there isn’t even an afterthought

Really if you think about it, our stress is nothing compared to some people’s. We stress about projects, work and even winning a football game but if people took time to realize that all of this really doesn’t matter, they could think about how much other people are suffering.