Perfect Picture Book Friday: Carmela Full of Wishes

Today I’m participating in Susanna Leonard Hill’s Perfect Picture Book Friday. Be sure to check it out here.

I have a basket of picture books by my desk that I dip into and out of all the time. They are books that fill me with joy or books that help me be a better writer. Some of the titles may rotate depending on the project I’m working on or to make room for something new, but some stay as old friends. Carmela Full of Wishes has a permanent spot in my basket.

Title: Carmela Full of Wishes

Author: Matt de la Peña

Illustrator: Christian Robinson

Publisher: G.P.Putnam’s Sons, 2018

Audience: Ages 5-8 and up

Themes: Family, hope, community

Opening lines: Carmela scootered along the uneven dirt path, watching men stoop to work with their hands, her birthday bracelets jingling and jangling. The thick greenhouse air smelled of marigolds and overturned earth and fresh manure.

Synopsis: (from Amazon) When Carmela wakes up on her birthday, her wish has already come true–she’s finally old enough to join her big brother as he does the family errands. Together, they travel through their neighborhood, past the crowded bus stop, the fenced-off repair shop, and the panadería, until they arrive at the Laundromat, where Carmela finds a lone dandelion growing in the pavement. But before she can blow its white fluff away, her brother tells her she has to make a wish.

Why I Like This Book: Carmela Full of Wishes Is a book where all children can see themselves and relate to Carmela’s relationship with her brother and her need to understand the just-right wish to make. The text provides numerous examples that aspiring writers and teachers of writing can use to illustrate successful writing strategies – word choice, structure, pacing, and character development to name just a few. The art pares beautifully with the text to add another rich layer. This book sings with heart!

For Susanna’s complete list of books with resources, please visit Perfect Picture Books.

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Waking to Words

This morning I’m writing in response to an open invitation on Sharing Our Stories: Take Space for Writing.

There are many physical spaces where I write. Most often it is at the desk in my office with my notebook and pen, a lined notepad and pencil, or my laptop. But this morning I found myself thinking more about my inner space.

Lately I’ve been waking to words. I find myself listening to ideas, phrases, snatches of poetry or prose in that magical space between sleeping and stirring. Most often it has to do with a story I’m working on, but sometimes it’s something completely different. This “writing in my head” is not new to me, nor does it only happen as I wake. I compose beginnings, endings, stories, poems as I walk or cook or fold laundry. I believe it’s the act of performing a routine task that opens my mind to ideas. The problem, of course, is remembering. That’s why there is a small notebook or two in my purse or stashed in a kitchen drawer. “Notes” is one of my favorite phone apps.

Quiet is what defines my inner writing space. It might be interrupted by the wren who greets the day, the gentle snoring of my dog by my side, the plop of the newspaper on the driveway, or the song of the wind chimes. But it is a peaceful, calm, inner space that fuels my writing.

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Poetry Friday: A Nestling from “The Hill We Climb”

Earlier this week I noticed that a lot of my daily snippets centered around light – morning light, candle light, feelings connected to light. I started to gather those thoughts into a poem, but it wasn’t working as well as I had hoped. Then, on Wednesday, I heard Amanda Gorman’s recitation of her poem “The Hill We Climb.” As so many have remarked, her words were exquisite and moving.

I printed Amanda’s words and poured over them many times, each reading sparking a new feeling and understanding. The phrases about light were the ones that touched me most deeply, so I decided to create a nestling from “The Hill We Climb.”

Light

when day comes we find light
the dawn is ours
we lift our gaze to what stands before us
we reach out our arms to one another
to offer hope and laughter
to move to what shall be
there is always light
if we are brave enough to see it
if we are brave enough to be it

Light and hope. Thank you, Amanda.

Laura has the poetry roundup today here where you can learn more about Amanda Gorman and read more wonderful poetry.

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Poetry Friday: Feathers

A few days ago I found a pile of feathers near one of the birdfeeders. I examined them closely and wondered what bird had lost them. There were quite a few, so I don’t think it ended well for the owner. What was the story behind them, I wondered?

I took a few feathers inside to compare to online pictures and descriptions. Since I know which birds are frequent backyard visitors, I narrowed down the choices quickly. But, I’m still not certain which one offered up those feathers. I did find out, however, that it is illegal to keep the feathers of non-game birds, so when I was finished with my poem I returned them to nature. I recently wrote a picture book manuscript that mentions a child repurposing bird feathers she finds in her backyard. Maybe I should rethink that story.

Feathers

Who’s been here?
A mess of feathers leaves a clue.
Brown and black that make a stripe,
Downy fluff
Of gray and white.
Was it dove
With her woeful coo?
Or maybe wren, with his  
tea-kettle-tea-kettle-tea-kettle woo?
I wonder –
Did they get to say goodbye?

Margaret has today’s Poetry Round Up on Reflections on the Teche. Be sure to check it out!

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Poetry Friday: Filling the Feeder

This time of year the birdfeeders don’t stay filled for long. Cardinals and chickadees vie for space. Squirrels wait patiently, or not so patiently, for treats to scatter. I use a combination of different types of feed – fruits and berries and nuts – that produce such a delicious aroma I want to try it myself! I think I would enjoy it as much as they do.

Filling the Feeder

I tread
over frozen grass
to the feeder.

I settle the can,
lift the lid,
fill the air with lusciousness –
cranberries, blueberries,
bits of orange
mingle with cashews, peanuts,
sunflower seeds

I scoop,
scatter,
sniff, sniff, sniff

Oh-
to be among my feathered friends
and all the delectable deliciousness

Sylvia has today’s poetry roundup at Poetry for Children where you can also find a sneak peek at the poetry books coming out in 2021.

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