Nightmares

I watched a scary movie,
so I had scary dreams,
but I’m not sure what nightmares are.

Are they a mix of scary and happy?
Are they sad?
Maybe glad?
I do wonder what they are.

Maybe I’ll ask
my bro or sis,
but how should they know?
I wish I knew.

I asked my dad.
He said they are scary dreams.
I should have guessed
that I knew that all along.

 

Metaphor For a Family

Metaphor for a Family
My family is like the braces that occupy my teeth.
My dad is the expander that expands our world.
My mom is the wire in the family that holds us all together.
My older sister Michelle is the color of my braces that shows all of her beauty inside of her.
My sister Karen is the brackets that stay and never go.
I am the cricked teeth in the family that get fixed.
My little brother Joe is the rubber bands the final touch of the family.

 

The Bahena Family

I am from phone and TV flashing bright lights
from silverware and from princess house
and from HEB produce that we buy on Saturdays

I’m from the only house that has a gate
I’m from the countless hours of TV and punishment that shape us
and from delicious tasting food

I’m from red roses on the counter tops
and the big oak tree outside my window

I’m from tacos and family parties
and big, but strong family
from Francisco to Reyna

I’m from eating good meals with everyone
and having coffee or tea for breakfast

From always hurrying up in the bathroom because there’s always someone waiting
I’m from Sunday afternoons at church

I’m from 9000 Tara Lane