Poem by Lizzy Arena

She was a volleyball player, said the volleyball in the corner

in her very organized bedroom;

and a girl who loves the color purple, says the purple walls

that seem to be recently painted

a teenager who loves music, said the headphones in a clutter

on top of her pillow.

She was a short girl, said the height markings

lined along the side of the door

obsessed with her phone, said the constant buzzing

from her phone charging on her bedside table

someone who is unique, said all the decor on her walls

that she had made;

and not just an average girl

A girl with a cold by Stephanie Skura

She is a girl with a cold, says the heater in the corner

And the tissues overflowing the trash;

An organized girl too, says the alphabetized books

In the wooden bookshelf; and a fun, quirky girl,

Says the dori jibbit on the purple croc

In the closet closed off by a door, stuck with years of wear and tear;

But not a girl with a talent for technology, says the broken printer

Laying under a pile of papers and the watch alarm that doesn’t quiet.

Once a field hockey player, says the banged up stick by the window

Dented with brown spots and peeled of paint

Wrapped in hockey tape, and she played softball,

Says the trophies on the shelf and the pictures behind them.

Family came first, says the pictures on the dressers

And dogs on the calendar that resemble those in the kitchen.

And the dry hands, say the limoncello lotion by the bed.

It was New England here, says the array of Jackets that cover every temperature.

Poem by Ava Caiola

A girl lived there, says the pictures of her and her friends

on the small, square bulletin boards above her bed;

and she had two younger sisters, and a mom and dad,

says the family photo from Disney on her dresser.

Two puppies also lived with her, says the pictures of them

that line her mirrors around her room.

She liked makeup but never used much, says the dust

lying on top of almost all of it;

liked stuffed animals too, says the buckets of them

around her room and on her bed;

and she loved books, says the tall shelf

filled with titles upon titles that all look read.

She played basketball, says the brand new shoes

sitting on the floor but never used;

and loved music, says the albums stacked on her

desk that is made of old wood.

She dreams to travel the world, says the pins

in a large map on her wall.